Something was off.
Aaron felt it before he understood it—an odd tug in the pit of his stomach, a tiny disturbance scratching at the edge of his focus. His brows knitted instinctively.
Something was definitely strange.
BADOOOOM!
The sky split apart as Ethan's lightning crashed against him again. Sparks exploded across Aaron's vision, and he staggered back mid-air, struggling to keep his concentration from slipping.
His left hand clutched tightly around the black sphere—an unstable orb forged from fragments of the curses sealed within Pandora's Box. Even holding it was like gripping a living nightmare. Curses twitched and hissed beneath the surface like venomous serpents desperate to escape.
