After the street incident, Peerakorn and Taentine returned to Taentine's office building.
Sunlight streamed in, yet the atmosphere was thick with tension.
The mafia young man opened a large laptop, displaying graphs and the structure of their enemy group.
"They won't stop until I fall," Taentine said, his voice icy.
"But I won't let you get hurt again," Peerakorn replied, gripping his magical staff.
They began devising a defense plan, combining bone magic and steel technology.
Peerakorn's body radiated soft white light, while Taentine unleashed steel power to secure the perimeter.
"If we work together… no one can harm us," Taentine said.
After the meeting, Peerakorn was invited to Taentine's private quarters.
The room was spacious, with warm light from lamps and modern furniture, a stark contrast to the intensity outside.
Taentine sat directly across from Peerakorn, hands on the table, as if seeking closeness.
"You've helped me so much… I wouldn't have survived without you," he said.
Peerakorn met his gaze, bone magic subtly radiating through his fingers.
In the silence, filled with unspoken feelings, they began to realize that the bond wasn't forged by magic or steel… but by trust and protection from the heart.