The Guardian Spirit watched the scene unfold, her expression unreadable, yet the curiosity in her amethyst eyes was clear. The slender figure in the black dress remained motionless, her gaze fixed on Ricky as if trying to piece together what exactly her strange master was trying to achieve.
Ricky ignored her.
His attention was locked entirely on Darius' unmoving figure, still cocooned in the fading remnants of black magic threads. Shadows clung faintly to the prince's limbs, but they no longer had the same tight grip as before.
A stillness hung in the air.
Then it happened—a delicate thread of connection formed between Ricky and the prince. It wasn't physical, but spiritual—intangible yet undeniable.
Ricky's eyes gleamed. He could feel it—the same ethereal bond that had connected him with Noctyss now pulsed between him and Darius. It was a brand, an invisible chain forged from the depths of the Mother and Son Poison.
He released a long breath of relief.
