Chapter Forty Four
It is naturally impossible to dissolve a dragon's soul bond, especially one as powerful as Amendiel's… Juta is bluffing, Faelyn knows it.
"I currently have this trial going on; if it's successful, Faelyn, even a half-blood can become stronger, surely not like a full magical fae, but there will suddenly be an improvement. I'm thinking that this may also work with weakening your bond, so even if Amendiel gets hurt, you will be fine."
A sick feeling twists in Faelyn's stomach, her mind racing with the implication of Juta's words.
Those humans trapped outside…
"You're using them for trials? They are people, not animals! How can you do this?" Faelyn demands, her voice trembling from anger.
Those young humans are separated from their clans, most of which have already gone extinct, and most of them even look underaged; they can be no more than fifteen or sixteen winters at most.
Juta's unbothered expression doesn't change.
