Father's smile vanished.
For the first time since appearing—
Fear.
Real fear.
And he whispered:
"Run."
The second voice inside him laughed again.
Not kind.
Not warm.
Ancient.
Hungry.
Familiar.
As Father's shadow split open and another pair of eyes slowly opened beneath his smile.
The First Origin screamed.
"No!"
Father staggered backward.
His expression twisted.
Not in pain.
Struggle.
He looked down at his own chest.
Confused.
"No."
The gentle voice remained his.
"No."
Then the second voice laughed through him.
"Still resisting?"
Father froze.
And everyone froze with him.
Because the mouth hadn't moved.
The voice had come from somewhere deeper.
Inside.
Underneath.
Like something wearing his existence from the inside.
The countless-eyed newcomer screamed.
"Father!"
Father looked up.
And smiled.
His own smile.
Warm.
Loving.
Terrified.
"Sun."
His voice trembled.
"Listen carefully."
Another laugh.
Father's body jerked violently.
"No."
