Myles suddenly stopped.
His body remained suspended in the air, unmoving despite the battle still raging around him.
...
Something was wrong.
Blake's heartbeat, he couldn't hear it anymore.
Or, at least, not completely.
It was faint, so faint that it blended into the countless other heartbeats surrounding the battlefield.
Myles was able to distinguish every sound perfectly. For someone else, there would've been no difference but, for him, the sudden change was deafening.
His eyes narrowed, trying to listen again. Not once in his life did he have to actually stop to try and listen, it was something he could do naturally.
Ba-dump...
He could hear a weak, uneven, tiny rhythm, like a candle about to burn out.
Myles' pupils contracted slightly.
Without another thought, he shot upward, the air cracking beneath him as he climbed higher.
Above the collapsing factory.
Above the smoke.
Above the clouds of dust.
Still listening.
His ears sifted through the chaos below.
