[A Distance away from Military Police Headquarters]
Felix Onyx stood on a mountain's edge, his body perfectly still despite the wind that tore at his black Military Police uniform.
The distant field stretched below, white with falling snow, small figures moving like insects across blood-stained ground.
His hands remained at his sides, fingers spread slightly, his breathing controlled and measured.
The moment Kinsley's hand had risen toward Damian's head, Felix's body had moved without conscious thought.
But then the Sage's voice had resonated directly into his mind, cutting through his intention like a blade: "There's no need for you to do anything now. She won't let him die."
His jaw had clenched, his legs coiling to launch anyway.
'I don't trust your words, Sage.'
His Aura flared, reality beginning to bend, then something had stopped him completely.
A strange power had wrapped around his body, holding him frozen mid-step like someone had pressed pause on his existence.
