Chapter 41: Imprisoned

Jonathan's smug smile spread across his face as if savoring the helplessness of the situation he had put the boys in. He looked down at Dorian and Elion, eyes glinting with malice. 

"Consider yourself lucky, little Dorian," Jonathan sneered, voice dripping with mockery. "Your mother put a protective spell on your soul. The moment you are in life danger, she'll know. You've bought yourself a bit more time, it seems." His gaze shifted to Elion, his smile widening cruelly. "But you… no one will miss you."

Just as Jonathan raised his hand, mana crackling as he prepared to unleash the killing blow on Elion, he was abruptly interrupted.

"If you harm him," Dorian's voice cut through the tension, filled with steely resolve, "I'll kill myself right here and now. Let's see how far you get with my mother's wrath hanging over your head."