**Time—Hans Zimmer**
Their faces were slightly obscured by cowls, but their presence pressed against Ember's chest like a boulder. Velth bled into the clearing, thick, suffocating, and hostile. She felt the skin of her arms prickle with static, the same way air did before lightning struck.
One of them extended a hand. Her fingers were gnarled, stained with ink-like veins that crawled up his wrist. The third eye—an ethereal orb centered upon his brow—opened slowly, gleaming with gold.
"Bring the girl forward," she rasped. Her voice like gravel dragged across stone.
Meredith seized Ember's wrist roughly, hauling her up to her feet. Ember resisted, teeth bared, but the moment she tried to pull away, the nearest Master raised her hand—and her body locked in place, paralyzed as though she were a puppet on unseen strings.
The second Master leaned closer, and then in the space between her eyes, a third eye appeared. White in contrast to her black pair of eyes.
