Kapitel 120: Chapter 120: Belaisle

I stood outside a familiar wooden door, glaring at it as if it was the offensive crap I had to deal with, not the asshole waiting on the other side. I'd spent some time here myself, locked up in the Stronghold tower. So had Ameline.

Bad memories. Time to make new ones.

I wanted to charge inside, to confront Belaisle and pin him to the ground with my magic. Maybe crush him a little. Just until his bones creaked and fluids oozed out of certain orifices. That wasn't too much to ask, was it? Instead, knowing we needed him alive and at least partially coherent, I simply added my own layers of wards to the outside of the drach shielding holding the leader of the Brotherhood captive and powerless.

If he managed to siphon off any energy from the void, empty and flat barriers we put between him and his magic, he deserved to escape.