Elian's POV
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"L–Lucian..." He gasped, struggling to break free from the High Matron's telekinetic hold. But it was no use. "Let him go!" He snarled.
The High Matron didn't move. She didn't speak.
Instead, the light surrounding her slowly dimmed. When it did, Elian no longer needed to squint to gaze at her. She lifted her hands to her hood.
[Yeah... We're cooked. Like stir-fried. Left in the oven for hours—]
'Thanks for starting with the obvious, as always!' Elian mentally sneered at the system. 'Now do you mind doing something helpful? Calculating our chances or something.'
As he spoke mentally, he desperately felt the urge to turn his head to Lucian. But he couldn't.
The fact that he could hear the Alpha Prince's grunts and cracks of his bones under the High Matron's telekinetic hold didn't help matters. It was one of the rare moments where Elian felt truly helpless.
