Chapter 44: It is not too late, Pan!

Brandon was on a mission. He knew that Pan would not want to give up the power, but Brandon was not ready to let him give up his humanity.

"The Spring of Souls is not far from here," Brandon tried again, as he watched Pan shake his head.

"You want me weak! You want me as a plaything! You are…!" Pan continued to rage. The fire he had gotten from the primitive vampire was burning under his skin. His mana bubbling to the surface.

Brandon slammed his fists on the table. Pan blinked, but the fire did not go away.

"We are going!" Brandon roared. For he refused to see Pan become like Solas.

He'd rather kill him.

"No!" Pan yelled, standing up and kicking his chair in a fit of rage.

"You will do as I say!" Brandon let out a plume of smoke. He knew that if Pan did not agree soon, they were soon going to end up on the floor.

Punching and kicking. Doing damage beyond simple wounds.

"Or else what?" Pan yelled back, his blue eyes shining.