Thalion stood at the edge of the alcove, his pale eyes fixed on the pulsing cocoon in the corner. His hand was still raised, mana still crackling faintly around his fingers. He could destroy it. One blast. One moment of focused energy, and whatever was growing inside that silk shell would be nothing but scattered chitin and smoke.
But Jason had said no.
"No one harm it." The words still echoed in his head. This was an order, an absolute command that no one dared to break as they understood while Jason might be a jokester, there were certain times he had shown his more serious nature.
They knew he understood the gravity of the situation more than anyone.
This was life or death but the way he fought made them wonder how he managed to survive this long.
Ylva knew what Jason lacked in strength, he made up for it with courage.
