Eisen stared at his younger brother, rage flowing through his veins. But Silber's words still stunned him. It was like the words of him refusing were about to come out his mouth, but were holding onto his teeth because they didn't want to leave just yet.
The old man looked at his dying brother. Blood covered Silber from head to toe, and Eisen could tell that his brother's mana was fading away. This was a sign of impeding death; Silber was barely holding onto his very existence anymore. If Eisen didn't do what he suggested and tamed him, he would disappear right now.
