A Background Character’s Path to Power

"Let GO!"

The baron’s roar tore through the courtyard, his voice raw enough to bleed. His muscles strained against unseen bonds, veins standing like cords along his neck.

Aman stretched his small hands toward him, tears carving clean tracks through the soot on his cheeks.

"Daddy-!" His tiny fingers flexed, grasping empty air. "It hurts-!"

But he didn’t move forward as if an invisible barrier held him back.

"Daddy!"

"Ama-gh!"

The pull at the baron’s back intensified.

Cold whispers slithered up his spine:

Baron...

Baron...