Jian Ci barely had a moment to breathe before golden tendrils erupted from Thaurion's aura. They shot forward, coiling around him, strangling his body and piercing into his mind. The psychic invasion was suffocating, a storm of pain that threatened to tear him apart from the inside.
Jian Ci's vision blurred, his chest constricted, but he endured. The agony was immense, yet it was nothing compared to the torment he had felt during his mental collapse. Compared to that, this was survivable.
Thaurion's brows furrowed. He had expected his son to fold, to beg, to break. But Jian Ci was stubborn, just as stubborn as Seraphyne had been.
A smirk tugged at Thaurion's lips as he tugged at his collar, his expression shifting into cold amusement. He had something else to break Jian Ci with. Something far more valuable.
"Bring him in," Thaurion commanded.
"Yes, your majesty," the attendant replied, bowing before disappearing.
