Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 345

**TITLE: When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 345**
**Chapter 345 Breaking the Chains**

Corvin rushed into the dimly lit room, his heart soaring with joy at the prospect of reuniting with Malrik. But the moment his gaze fell upon his friend bound in chains, a cloud of darkness swept over his features.

“They’ve gone too far this time,” he muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. “How could they possibly chain you up like this? Just wait right here. I’ll set you free in no time.”

Malrik lay on the bed, his red eyes piercing through the haze of despair, fixed intently on Corvin.

Corvin, however, was too consumed by the sight of the chains to notice the tempest of madness and pain raging within Malrik’s gaze.

Frowning deeply, he examined the chains that ensnared his friend. They were not ordinary restraints; they were adorned with ominous runes and vicious spikes. The cruel spikes had embedded themselves into Malrik’s skin, as if they were grotesque extensions of his own body.

*The Enchanter Clan is far too cruel,* Corvin thought, a surge of anger boiling within him. *How could they treat one of their own like this?*

“Malrik, don’t you worry,” he assured, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. “I’ll get these chains off you, I promise.”

With determination, he reached into his storage band, pulling out an assortment of strange tools, each one more unfamiliar than the last.

As he cautiously extended a hand to touch one of the chains, a sudden jolt coursed through him. The moment his fingertip made contact, he felt a portion of his ability being siphoned away.

He gasped, eyes wide with shock. *What kind of twisted chains are these?*

Never before had he encountered chains that could drain a person’s very essence.

In a rush, Corvin retrieved a special pair of gloves from his band, sliding them on with a sense of urgency. “Thank goodness I thought to bring these,” he murmured, feeling a flicker of hope.

With the gloves shielding him, he reached out once more, touching the chain with newfound resolve. This time, his ability remained intact, and he felt a surge of determination.

Next, he pulled out a massive pair of pliers, their metallic gleam reflecting his fierce intent. “Malrik, brace yourself. This might sting a bit,” he warned, steeling himself for what was to come.

He knew delicate tools wouldn’t suffice; these chains required brute force to be broken.

With a firm grip, he clamped the chain in the pliers and pressed down with all his might. A sharp crack echoed through the room as the chain shattered, sending shards flying.

Malrik let out a low groan of pain, the sound cutting through Corvin’s resolve like a knife.

“Malrik, hang in there. It’ll be over soon,” he urged, his heart racing as he moved to the next chain.

Ignoring the painful cries of his friend, Corvin pressed on, determined to free Malrik from his torment.

Finally, when the last of the chains lay broken on the floor, he tossed the tools aside and began to pull the remnants off Malrik. Each chain tore away from his skin, leaving behind a trail of gaping wounds that made Corvin’s heart ache.

He frowned deeply, tossing the chains aside as he rummaged for the leaves Silas had given him.

“Malrik, please don’t be afraid. I’ll use these leaves on your wounds. You’ll feel better in no time,” he said, trying to inject comfort into his voice.

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