Brendan wheezed, trying to grasp any air he could, and failed. He gripped his brother’s wrist and tried to pull him away; his brows furrowed when he realised Hadeon’s strength suddenly exceeded his own.
“Well, well…” Hadeon’s arrogant smile grew tenfold. With ease, he hauled himself up and slammed Brendan against the wall. “Isn’t this something, aye, brother? Me… stronger than the prized son.” He eyed Brendan up and down.
“H-How…?” he coughed.
Loosening his grip slightly, he rolled his eyes. “How do you think?” He turned his head towards the supernatural beings unconscious on the ground. He snorted a laugh when Suki stood in front of them protectively. “Seems like humans don’t just destroy what they don’t understand; they can make wonderful things from it too.”
Snarling, Brendan dug
