"Amethiel, it's pulling you."
"Amethiel, should we call the knights?"
"Answer us, Amie. I swear to all the Gods I will kill that creature."
"Amethiel!"
"Amie—"
"Enough!" Amethiel snapped, his voice cutting through theirs.
He needed a moment.
Just a moment to think.
'This is new,' he thought, his mind already trying to piece it together. 'The reaction… the timing…'
But their voices kept coming, sharp and urgent, filling the room, pressing against him.
He couldn't focus.
So he acted.
Amethiel reached into his coat without hesitation, fingers finding the familiar vial. He took a steady breath, then threw it straight at Kree.
The glass shattered on impact.
The reaction was immediate.
Kree's body jerked, muscles locking as the shock coursed through him. A strained sound tore from his throat as the glow beneath his skin flickered violently.
The tentacles tightened for a split second—
Then began to loosen.
Very, very slowly.
Almost unwillingly.
