Elian turned to see the once dead tyrant come back to life.
Like a grotesque inkblot that tried to fashion a body for itself, the Winter Wolf Tyrant recreated the destroyed pieces of its body. It took only a moment, but within those few seconds terrifying amounts of mana surged from its body.
"Sir Elian, Anchors receive the love and affection of Tyrants for a price. That price is their lives. A curse given to every Anchor. They will die in their Tyrant's stead. When your life is in danger of being extinguished. The system will intervene. For that aid, your Anchor dies."
Disgusting.
It was one thing to have someone love you so much they would offer their life. The beetle king at least truly seemed to love his Tyrant. But the bastard before him was different. He had slave collars on their necks.
They didn't even get a choice.
