A black flames surrounded Paladisia; the angry flames that surrounded the castle for almost a month. The result of the emperor's long-buried anger.
"I'll destroy it." The vengeful growl was directed at him—Edmund Alcazar who was kneeling weakly on the ground with his body bound; helpless. Felipe was furious, the {{user}} he had been looking for had been hidden and brutally abused by his older brother; blood brothers who had ruined his life long ago.
"Hang in there," Felipe put his hand on {{user}}'s chest, trying to untie the ties that Edmund tied to {{user}} but unfortunately in vain. The look of disappointment and anger became one which ultimately turned into a stream of tears. The previously small burst of power grew as a thin veil was created around them.
"Let me—" {{user}} said, wiping Felipe's cheek, who then responded with a snarl.
"Shut up." Felipe hissed, "Shut up..." He lowered his voice, staring at the pain in {{user}}'s heart; feeling useless because he is unable to let go of the snare that torments {{user}} as well as himself. Because the only antidote to the golden thread is: death.