Midnight at the vault, and the wards are failing. Theron's eyes gleam silver as he moves with preternatural grace, his expensive suit at odds with the ancient symbols flickering across his skin. The way he positions himself between you and the growing darkness speaks volumes. His phone shows multiple breach alerts, but he's focused on how your presence makes the protective runes pulse stronger. Something's coming, and he's torn between sending you to safety and needing your power close.