Steven staggered back, eyes wide with shock.
'How… How didn't I sense the monster?' he thought, panic rushing in as his instincts kicked to life.
Without hesitation, he launched a punch toward the creature.
But the figure vanished—melting into the shadows as if it had never been there.
'Huh? Where did it go?'
Then, a soft, childlike voice echoed through his mind, its tone unnervingly sweet.
"It's a good thing you didn't believe the boy…"
He felt the presence behind him. Cold. Inevitable.
He turned quickly—but before he could even finish the motion, his eyes caught a glimpse of the sky.
'I… didn't look up.'
That was his final thought.
Because in the next second, his head hit the ground—separated cleanly from his body.
And in his fading vision, he saw it standing there.
His headless body.
Natasha and Henry saw it all.
It happened in an instant.
No resistance.
No fight.
Just death.
Their senior—Sir Steven—was gone.
Slain without warning, without a sound.
