“Eustace, I’ll have to resort to force if you insist on leaving!”

With a sharp cry, Nymeria moved hands in fluid movements.

Black runes flew from fingertips, assembling into a massive arcane array mid-air. As the arcane array shone brightly, a terrifying suction force emanated from it, trapping Eustace within.

Eustace struggled fiercely, brandishing the Bloodbane Sword in an attempt to break free from the arcane array’s constraints.

“How dare you stop me, Nymeria! I’ll make you pay for this once Father leaves his solitary training!” Eustace’s roar was filled with resentment and anger.

Right then, a dark figure suddenly swooped in through the window, landing between Eustace and Nymeria.

“Stop…” the dark figure bellowed, his voice ringing with a deep and authoritative tone.