In the fighting pit, Aiden stood almost motionless, his body battered and bloodied from the intense match.
His electric-blue eyes darted toward the Phenomenal who had opened the cage door, then shifted toward Silas, who was standing just beyond the railing.
His fists clenched tightly at his sides, electricity sparking faintly between his fingers as he took a tentative step forward.
Silas, unfazed, raised a hand in a gesture of calm. "Relax," he said evenly, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere. "I'm not here to control you. I'm here to help."
Aiden didn't respond immediately, his eyes narrowing as he studied Silas. "Help?" he echoed, his voice rough from exertion.
"That's a funny word coming from someone who just bought me like a piece of meat."
Silas nodded slightly, acknowledging the bitterness in Aiden's tone. "You're right. The circumstances aren't exactly ideal. But I didn't buy you to own you. I bought you to free you."
