After ending Ben's life, Alastor turned towards Harry. Harry's face paled instantly under Alastor's chilling gaze. He felt the icy grip of death upon him. How had this gone so wrong? It was supposed to be a simple ambush on a weak speedster. Now, he faced a terrifyingly transformed Alastor with an unsettling, unfamiliar power. Alastor was supposed to be just a speedster. Where had this second ability come from?
These thoughts, however, were a luxury he couldn't afford. Survival was his immediate priority. He desperately wanted to escape, but his leg remained trapped in the shadowy tendrils below. Even if he were free, Alastor, amplified by his [Speed] ability, was far too swift to outrun.
"Please, Timmy! Don't kill me! I swear it was their idea! I wasn't involved in any of this!" Harry begged.
"Alastor," Alastor corrected casually. "The name is Alastor. Remember it."
