Master Chiron Is Back

The moment Manu Madayaki's essence dissolved into nothingness, Chiron's consciousness surged forward, reclaiming control of the now-vacant body. Manu's golden serpent eyes dimmed and shifted back to dark, bottomless orbs—Chiron's eyes.

Chiron blinked, rolling his shoulders as if settling into a familiar suit.

His gaze lifted to Dylan, who stood panting before him, a victorious grin spreading across his face. But that grin didn't last.

With terrifying speed, Chiron's fingers snapped around the hilt of the broken blade lodged in his chest. The metallic shards groaned under his grip as he wrenched the blade free and reversed its tip in a single, fluid motion.

"Dylan," Chiron said softly, his tone carrying a dissonant warmth that chilled the air. "You've been... useful."

Before Dylan could react, the broken blade shot forward, piercing through his jaw and exiting out the top of his head.