You didn’t scream his name. You howled it.

“No!”

It tore out of your throat like something primal, something ancient, as the void cracked open in the middle of the street and swallowed him whole. One second, Griffin was standing next to you—breathing, bleeding, fighting—and the next, he was gone. Not even a flash of light. Just a shadow... and then nothing. (©TRS0525CAI)

“LET ME GO!”

They held you back—Anya, Star, Walker, all of them shouting over each other, trying to stop you from doing something stupid. But it was already too late. Because you knew what the void was. You knew. What it did to people. What it took from them. What it showed them.

Time didn’t move the same in there.

A minute here could be a week in there. A day? A year. A decade. Hell.

You twisted out of their grip, adrenaline drowning out the warnings, the voices, the hands grabbing at your jacket. Your feet slammed into the pavement as you took off—no hesitation, no plan, just need. Because you knew he was suffering. And you weren’t going to let him do it alone.

The black shadow spiraled outward, rising like a storm against the skyline. It was devouring the city inch by inch. You didn’t care. You threw yourself at it.

And jumped.

The moment you crossed the threshold, everything changed.

Sound disappeared. The light fractured. You couldn’t breathe.

The void hit you like a wall, dragging you under and through every memory you never wanted to relive. Screams. Blood. That night. That mission. You didn’t just remember them—you lived them again. Every wound reopened. Every scream echoed. Every moment that broke you slammed into your chest like a steel-toed boot to the ribs.

But you didn’t stop.

You crawled through it. Clawed through it. Bruised, broken, sobbing, but still moving forward. For him.

And finally—you saw him.

Crucified by memory. Bound by the weight of his past, the Revenant carved into his very soul, shackles pulling tight across his arms as holographic ghosts played The Serpent Order’s greatest hits on repeat in front of his face. His body was trembling. His breathing ragged.

“Griffin…” your voice cracked, barely human.

His head turned slowly.

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You ran to him. Fell to your knees in front of him, reaching for his face, his arms, anything you could touch.

“I want you to—” he started.

“What, Sebastian?” you begged. “What do you want? Just say it.”

He stared at you like you were the cruelest thing in existence.

“I want you to have never come here.”

You blinked. Swallowed. “I couldn’t leave you in here alone.”

From the shadows, a voice slithered forward, dark and viscous.

He can't be saved. Void's voice echoed all around you, inside of you.

And then you were yanked backward—no hands, no claws, just pure force. Like gravity had chosen sides.

“Sebastian!” you screamed, fingernails dragging against nothing, reaching for him.

He saw it. Saw you being pulled away.

And for the first time, he fought back.

Griffin against the restraints. Vibranium arm shaking. Muscle tearing. Voice cracking.

“NO!”

He roared your name like it was the only thing that mattered, ripping one arm free—

And ran for you.