Nana's face was etched with concern as she watched Ty being hurled into the distance, the eyepatch-wearing man in close pursuit.
Todd, sensing her worry, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm sure he can handle himself," he said, trying to infuse confidence into his voice.
Nana nodded slightly, but her anxiety was palpable. "Yeah, but what about that issue he mentioned? The one with the voice in his head?"
Her words reflected a deeper fear for Ty's well-being, beyond just the physical dangers he faced.
Todd remained calm, his voice steady. "If that happens, we'll deal with it. But for now—" His sentence was cut short as a cloaked figure suddenly lunged at them with blinding speed, brandishing a sword with a distinctive red-tinted blade.
Reacting swiftly, Todd pulled Nana out of harm's way, intercepting the attack with his open palm.
