Zayden turned his head at Melon's words, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "Well, well, quite the brave soldier, aren't you? Not a whimper in such a predicament. Perhaps if you survive this, I'll face some trouble."

Melon locked eyes with Zayden. "We'll both survive," he declared, trying to stand his ground. "Dad will save us."

“Your father?" Zayden scoffed. “Unfortunately, boy, your precious Daddy can only choose to let one of you live.”

His smile widened, sending shivers down Melon's spine. “Actually, you're quite a remarkable child. If you weren't Holden's son, I might even consider letting you be my godson."

Melon clenched his fists. Mustering his courage, he yelled, “Uncle Zayden, why are you doing this? We're family! Why would you hurt your own family?"