The stolen body stopped pulling against Yun-Jin's throat bind.
That single choice changed the fight.
Until then, every motion had been violence Ty understood. Lunge. Tear. Mock. Bite at the names that made him move.
The thing in his old skin went still.
Omina saw it first.
"Back," she said.
Ty obeyed a fraction late.
Silver erupted from the broken cuff like wet wire.
The wire struck the stone where his foot had been, then climbed the air after him. It moved with patience, curling around the golden-green ring, testing it, learning its shape. The left cuff on Ty's old wrist hung open halfway. The black tooth still buried in the skin pulsed with each thread.
Yun-Jin pulled the pale strand around the throat.
The body folded with it.
Too easily.
"It wants the bind," she said.
Omina's aura hardened. "Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you are connected to him."
The silver wire touched the pink strand.
Yun-Jin cried out.
JJ caught her before she fell.
