Setan lifted his head and found two familiar figures standing outside the cell.
One was Yian. The other was Bran, Maya's father.
A faint crease formed between Setan's brows.
"Father, what are you doing here?"
Yian sighed heavily.
"Setan, your Uncle Bran once rendered a tremendous service to the clan years ago. The tribe still owes him a reward. He might be the only one capable of helping you now."
At this point, Yian could see no other path left to save his son.
Setan remained silent. He knew perfectly well that Bran's assistance would not come without conditions. No one would offer such a favor for free.
Bran stepped forward and looked directly at him.
"Setan, if you're willing to marry Maya, I'll help you."
His tone was straightforward and blunt.
"I have devoted most of my life to this city. I have influence, connections, and people who still respect my word. If I choose to intervene, I can make a difference."
