From his vantage point high above Arcanium, Silas spotted Tiffany locked in a desperate struggle. Ten Sidhe surrounded her, their forms darting in and out with preternatural speed.
Despite her formidable strength, Tiffany was clearly outmatched. The Sidhe tossed her about like a ragdoll, their laughter echoing through the air as they toyed with their prey.
Silas's eyes narrowed, rage building within him at the sight of his mentor's humiliation. A flood of memories washed over him - Tiffany's unwavering support, her guidance through his darkest moments, her fierce protection when others sought to harm him for his condition.
Each recollection stoked the fire of his anger, transforming it into a cold, focused fury. He couldn't - wouldn't - let them hurt her. Not Tiffany. Not anyone else.
Without hesitation, he plummeted from the sky, his body hurtling towards the ground at breakneck speed. The wind whipped past him, but Silas barely noticed.
