The Primordial Rat stood up in the chaos, and small pieces of rocks and concrete fell from his body as he rose from the ground.
He looked up, gazing through the hole he had been blasted through.
"Lion…" He gasped, feeling a mix of rage and fear, "You will not take my…"
"SO STUBBORN, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!" Kael's deep voice crashed down from the sky.
Thousands of golden magic runes materialized in the air and shot down the building like bullets. Before Louis could react, thousands of magic runes had struck his body.
He was covered from head to tail in the golden glimmer of conquest.
Louis screeched, his cry coming out deranged and maddening.
He was bound, how could he?
He was the Primordial of Freedom. What was he if he was not free?
Kael was taking away his freedom. Kael was taking away the very thing that made him who he was.
"Nooo, stop!" The last Primordial Rat struggled but he couldn't break free. Kael was stronger and superior in every way.
