"Show me what you've got, Samael's Vessel."
I unleashed my mana in a blinding surge. The air cracked as torrents of wind spiraled outward, sweeping across the palace like a storm let loose.
But Braham was ready—his Prana ignited in a shimmering golden aura that wrapped protectively around both him and his brother.
"Take Ralf away," he ordered.
Several armored men jumped to attention and began dragging the dazed Ralf away.
"Brother!" Ralf shouted.
"Get away, Ralf!" Braham snapped to his brother. He wasn't going to let him be a weakness.
I tilted my head toward Ralf, letting a smirk stretch across my face. "Rodolf," I said, not taking my eyes off Braham, "grab his brother. I happen to know a certain Queen who's just dying for a chat with him."
Braham's eyes narrowed into slits. The moment the words left my mouth, I saw the fury building behind them. Yeah... he definitely didn't like that.
