'What the fuck?'
Those were the only words that could enter Mikey's spinning mind as he stared at the man before him.
His heart thundered like a war drum, his chest rising and falling as if to match the chaos that filled his head. And yet, in the eye of that mental storm, he could only focus on one thing—Miles.
The man who had just effortlessly dismantled Son, the man who now knelt calmly before him with a smile that seemed... too kind.
'Miles?' he thought, swallowing hard.
' Miles, the leader of the Iron Vipers?'
His hands trembled slightly as he lowered them.
' My future self... he never mentioned this. He never told me anything about meeting Miles during my encounter with Son. Nothing.'
His mind raced like a runaway train, tearing through one thought after another.
' Does this mean... I created a new timeline? He blinked, eyes twitching. So... I don't end up being a death row inmate?'
