Will stood motionless atop the back of the black bird.
His breathing was uneven. Ragged.
His eyes trembled.
And he seemed completely out of control.
Max gripped his hammer tightly.
He didn't know what to do.
Will didn't look like a normal enemy.
He looked like someone broken.
Then it happened.
Will raised the laser pistol.
And slammed it against his own head.
CLANG!
Once.
CLANG!
Twice.
CLANG!
Three times.
Blood began to appear on his forehead.
"Will!"
Thara stepped forward.
"Please stop!"
But he wasn't listening. Or he didn't want to listen.
He struck himself again, harder. More desperately.
As if he were trying to rip thoughts out of his head.
As if he were fighting something invisible.
"STOP!"
Thara shouted.
Her voice echoed throughout the corridor.
For an instant, it seemed like Will was going to react.
But he didn't.
Seraphine raised a hand.
"I'm going to stop him."
Her grimoire opened.
The pages began to turn.
A magic circle appeared before her.
