The air in the hallway turned suffocatingly still as the Harbinger's words echoed in everyone's ears.
"Taylor."
Timothy's body stiffened. His breath hitched as his gaze snapped to Hutton, still trapped in the barrier. 'So my premonition was actually true…!' He clenched his fists, his mind racing. 'This explains everything—the way he fought, the way he reacted to my name, the familiarity in his eyes. Hutton Maxwell… No, Taylor Hughes, you really came back.'
Hughes, standing nearby, felt his chest tighten. 'Taylor… Don't tell me—it can't be the Taylor that I know…!' His mind flashed back to memories of his closest friend, his most trusted comrade, the man who should have died back in the war. 'But if it really is you… then why? Why are you here? And why do you look like that?'
Inside the barrier, Bob and Boma were equally stunned, exchanging baffled glances. Bob was the first to break the silence.
