Syryn knew he shouldn't have trusted someone else to save him. The clam had its mouth shut tighter than the doors of a prison cell.
He tried pushing his fingers through the gap of the mouth but it wouldn't budge. He wasn't ready to get caught at his first runaway attempt but the sinking feeling inside him told the mage that he wasn't going to succeed today.
Nevertheless, he once again attempted to pry open the shell.
"Useless!" He cursed. "Why won't you answer or help me, stupid pearl?!"
The mage was prepared to go down fighting if they tried to take him back to Silisia. He was already taking the blame for the unconscious guard and the prince so Syryn had nothing to lose. He hadn't fought mers before but if they were as strong as Enkansh then he was in trouble. But it didn't matter because Syryn was going to go down fighting.
