Telmé screamed, anger and tears blurring his vision. He blinked them away, struggled against his chains, the white-hot burn of the holy circle. Seena let Ruben fall to the floor, casting Telmé a smug, triumphant smile. Telmé ignored him. "Ruben!"
The holy blue of his eyes still glowed fiercely, his blood pouring out across the floor. Telmé could feel holy magic pour from him, adding to the searing pain of the circle and chains. Ruben's lips moved, though only barely, but Telmé read the word anyway. Break.
He watched Ruben die, the light slowly fade from his eyes.
Then the holy circle shattered, as if someone had taken a hammer to glass, slicing through him as the energy burst and dissipated.
And then he was free.