The clearing was still, the faint glow of the magical chains around Aluxio illuminating his kneeling form. His once-commanding presence was diminished, replaced by a restrained vulnerability. The group surrounded him, their expressions a mix of triumph, caution, and lingering fury.
Amon's fists remained clenched, the dark energy around them dissipating slowly. He stepped closer to Aluxio, his voice cold and firm. "It's over. You're not going near Lilith again."
Aluxio raised his head, his piercing blue eyes meeting Amon's. There was no fear in them, only defiance. "You think this changes anything? Albaz is still coming. You're only delaying the inevitable."
"We'll deal with Albaz," Amon snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Without you."
Kiana stepped forward, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her dagger. "I say we finish him now," she said, her voice sharp. "He's too dangerous to keep alive."
