Pan remained rooted between Brandon and Brunhilde, fearful that should he step to the side, the two were going to tear each other to shreds.
"This is my choice," Pan said, for he did not want to be at odds with Brandon, but he did not want the organ harvesting to continue.
More than one nymph had fallen victim to it. Something about their nature mana made them the best donors. The humans had even attempted to breed nymphs like cattle, just to get at their organs.
It had gotten so bad, isolating children into complete silence, just so they wouldn't be anything better than animals, that the world system had stopped creating new nymphs.
The forests had suffered for it. The water in the rivers was always a bit murky these days. The air was smokey.
"You are my soulmate!" Brandon roared, as he took a hold of Pan. As soon as he saw how wide Pan's eyes were, he let him go as if burned.