"Now, can you let her go?" Silas asked, the words escaping his lips like a whisper against the roaring storm of his suffering. His eyes flickered momentarily to Yue Ran, who sat helplessly on the ground behind two figures. Though he caught a glimpse of her in his peripheral vision, he could not discern the expression on her face, amplifying the helplessness he felt as he battled against his own pain.
The former Demon King's face twitched slightly. Seeing that Silas did not hesitate to do as he had "requested," he understood something. A flash of murderous intent darkened his eyes, and his voice emerged, slow and chilling, "Don't worry; I will keep my word."
With a deliberate motion, he relinquished his grip on Ellie, gently pushing her forward. As the magical restraints that had bound her began to dissolve like mist under the sun, her heart raced with the urge to sprint to Silas's side. In her haste, she momentarily overlooked the ominous shift that took place behind her.
