A few seconds before Jake was launched into the Ritual's artificial sky, before the gigantic shards of Black Ice pierced his body, and before Grace realized there was something wrong with Victor, the rusty ring on his hand began to tremble.
At first, it was almost imperceptible.
A slight shudder against the middle finger of his left hand. So small Victor would have ignored it if he had not, at that exact moment, been getting beaten against a stone wall by a Jake Valentine completely consumed by Berserker. Each punch made his bones creak, his muscles tear, and his regeneration work with enough violence to heat his own blood. Even so, amid all that pain, the ring caught his attention.
Something inside it moved, and then a voice entered his thoughts.
"Who... dared... wake me?" The voice was female, arrogant, and not very polite.
