~ZEPHYRUS' POV
"No one survives this..."
None of their words mattered.
The only thing that mattered was the demon I was dragging across the floor, the one who thought he could put his hands on something that was never his to touch.
His resistance started to weaken the further we moved, his strength slipping under the weight of what was coming, but I didn't let it end there.
Not yet.
I raised my free hand slightly, and the space in front of us warped. Flames bled into existence, tearing open a portal that burned at the edges.
Silas saw it.
I felt it in the way his body reacted, the sudden spike of panic, the way he tried to dig his fingers into the stone harder, like that would keep him here.
"No—no, please—" he said, his voice rising now, losing whatever control he had left. "I'll fix it—I'll—"
I dragged him straight toward it.
His body caught on the edge for a second, his hands grasping at the floor, at anything, but it didn't hold.
