"Is this... the peace of death I'm feeling?" Victor murmured, his eyes slipping closed as he lay face down on the ground. His body was covered in wounds, every inch of him burning with pain—yet suddenly, that pain no longer mattered. A strange calm pressed down on him, as if all the fear and suffering had simply been erased.
"Get up. You're not dead… yet." Dalin said, pausing deliberately on the last word as she kicked him in the side.
"What…?" Victor stirred, forcing himself up from the ground and looked around in confusion.
Then he saw them. Dozens of mutants stood frozen in front of them, clutching their heads, trembling violently, unable to move. The sight pulled a sudden, almost hysterical laugh from Victor.
"You see? I never run out of brothers to save my ass," he said, looking far too proud for someone who had been crying moments earlier.
The moment they saw the mutants in that state, both of them understood the reason. This power could only belong to Adyr.
