Chapter 47 - In the Shackles

In the eerie stillness of the abandoned lighthouse, two separate worlds fell apart - Dean sat with a heavy heart in the puddle of Dervel’s blood and Michael, completely powerless, faced with another irrevertible loss in his life.

The lighthouse trembled with the intensity of the double fall. The echo reached every single stone that made the building, together with savage Dervel’s growl and cry of despair coming from Michael’s lungs.

The blood dripped from the dead bodies - Dervel’s head was split after hitting a sharp protruding blade, which, to his misfortune, happened to be at the place of his fall. Dean was breathing heavily, he looked at his brother with a heavy heart, trying to understand what had just happened. But the blood could not lie - Dervel’s reign of evil really came to an end.

At the same time, Michael had his eyes fixed on a different view. The cage was left intact, all the bars were not even scratched but Jasmine, inside it, did not show any signs of life. Her neck wa