Ladybug felt the weight. “If we stop him, we kill him. We erase the man he was.”
She had seen time manipulation before. Bunnyx lived in the cracks between seconds. But this… this was a surgical strike . Someone had ripped a single hour—the 47th minute of the 11th hour—out of the timeline entirely.
“You understand!” he shouted, as Chat Noir’s staff passed harmlessly through his afterimage. “You lost your memories. Your love. Your partner, over and over. Why not freeze it all? Why not live in the best second forever?”
She laughed—a real, rain-washed laugh—and threw her yo-yo into the glowing city.
