Zero’s command was a lightning strike in my mind, cutting through the paralyzing horror. The monster—my father—was a tidal wave of rage and destruction, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. Its hot, foul breath blasted my face, the sheer force of its charge shaking the ground.“PULL!”The word wasn’t a request. It was a primal trigger.I didn’t think. I didn’t plan. I reached out with everything I had—not with my hands, but with the bond, with the stolen power still crackling in my veins. I reached for the corruption, for the twisting, sickening energy that had remade my father into this thing.I didn’t find it.Instead, I found him.It was just a flicker. A tiny, buried ember in a vast conflagration of agony and madness. But it was there. A memory. The smell of coffee and motor oil. The sound of his whistling. The feeling of his hand, rough and calloused, holding mine as we crossed the street.Dad.The connection snapped into place, a searing, painful link that had nothing
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