Chapter 82

Rylan's POV

“Right. But how?” Theron replied, his brow furrowing as he calculated our options in the charged atmosphere. The darkness swirling around my father was palpable, a living entity reflecting his rage, malice, and the overwhelming power he seemed to wield. He was truly ensnared in something far beyond him, an uncontrollable storm brewing within.

Before I could respond, the energy in the room crackled violently, sending a shockwave that reverberated through every bone in my body. Morgan shrank further into the wall, his eyes wide with terror. I could see the desperation mirrored in his expression, an echo of my own fears—what if this spiraled out of control?

“First, we need to contain him,” I said, pointing forcefully to my father. “If he’s distracted for just a moment—”

“I won’t let you take him!” my father bellowed, his voice pulsating with fury, making the very air quiver around us. “You are all just pawns in my game, and I will not lose!”