Ladybug Cat Noir — Miraculous- Tales Of

A concentrated wave of grey shot toward Cat Noir. Ladybug didn’t think. She leaped, shoving him aside. The wave caught her left ear.

“My Lady!” Cat Noir’s voice was a ghost, barely there. Miraculous- Tales of Ladybug Cat Noir

She stumbled, one side of her world now a perfect, empty quiet. A concentrated wave of grey shot toward Cat Noir

“Okay, Tikki,” she whispered into her purse, watching Adrien Agreste across the stage. He was tuning a violin, the soft light catching the gold in his hair. “I’ve designed the set pieces, sewn the soloist’s gown, and memorized the entire score. But talking to him? Impossible.” The wave caught her left ear

“You think your little costumes impress me?” he projected—not through sound, but directly into their minds. A cold, invasive whisper. “My power is the void. Your Lucky Charm? Just a silent movie.”

Cat Noir lunged. Maestro Mute waved a baton. The air in front of Cat Noir turned solid—a wall of compressed silence. He slammed into it, ears ringing (or not ringing) with the absence of impact.

Of course.