Kane's body slammed against the chains as Mordath's power tore into him without warning this time, no preamble, no explanation, just raw force ripping at the fragile thread of his bond.
"You're stronger than you were an hour ago," Mordath said, circling him, voice tight with effort. "I intend to correct that before it becomes a real problem."
Kane gritted his teeth, forcing his mind toward the anchors that had worked before. Senna's hands, steady over a wound. Joren's stubborn refusal to give up during training. Reeve's voice, cracking with strain, shouting for the coalition to move without him.
The pulling sensation faltered slightly, and Mordath's frustration sharpened into something colder.
"Fight all you like," Mordath said. "It only delays what's already been decided."
He pressed
