Bran cast one final glance at Setan before turning and leaving the dungeon as well.
Silence settled over the cell. Setan slowly closed his eyes. Memories surfaced one after another.
Nina's smile. Her gentle voice. The way she protected her children. The countless moments they had shared.
He replayed them over and over, holding onto them as though they were the only warmth left in the darkness.
Meanwhile, Yian hurried home. The moment he stepped through the door, Yuna rushed toward him.
"Well? Did Setan agree?"
Her eyes were filled with anxiety. Ever since learning what had happened, she had been unable to sit still.
Yian let out a weary sigh.
"Do you really think he would?"
Yuna's face instantly paled.
"He refused?"
Her voice trembled. It felt as though the sky had collapsed around her.
"What do we do now?"
Tears welled in her eyes.
"You have to save him. I can't lose another son."
Yian pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.
"Don't worry."
