As Kairos plunged the blade down toward Carlos' head, his teeth clenched tightly with raw determination. He was going to do it—end it all right here. His heart thundered in his chest, his grip unwavering. But the moment the blade made contact with Carlos' forehead… it stopped.
The steel refused to drive through.
Kairos' wrist had been caught, gripped firmly and unyieldingly.
By Ashen.
"It's not worth it," Ashen said, his voice low but resolute, holding Kairos in place with an iron grip. The strain in his muscles was evident, but so was his purpose—to stop the killing.
From the way Kairos allowed himself to be held, it was clear he had wanted someone to stop him.
His body barely resisted. His heart, however, raged.
"If you kill him… his family will turn against you. You won't find peace—not in this life," Ashen continued, his voice steady with experience. "Trust me, there's no gain in challenging a family stronger than you."
