Kael turned his head to stare at Samael.
The latter's jaw clenched hard as he heard Korynth so blatantly reveal his secrets and betray the oath his brother had made her swear.
It was a system contract-type oath that, under no circumstances, she should have been able to betray.
Yet somehow, she did.
Despair coloured Samael's soul, and he couldn't help but throw Uriel a not-so-furtive glance. If he didn't wake up soon, they'd be doomed.
Not only would they not be able to ascend the spire and free his brother, but they might both be sentenced to fates much, much worse than death.
"What's your name?" Kael floated to stand in front of Samael.
"…" Samael met his gaze, feeling the heft of his soul, but didn't answer.
Kael didn't seem surprised by this. As innocent and hopeless as the boy seemed, he was quite tenacious.
Despite the atrocious torture the Guardias had put him through, Samael hadn't said a word about his brother or Uriel.
He'd stood firm.
