"Let's just leave him," Tristan said, wincing as the pain from his arm wound shot through him.

He positioned himself protectively in front of Nova, ready to shield her from Ashton, who looked dangerously unpredictable.

As they turned away, Ashton's expression twisted into a sinister grin.

He sat on the ground, suddenly bursting into a deranged laughter that echoed eerily through the hall.

"You'll regret this!"

Tristan squeezed Nova's hand, signaling her to ...