MasukAfter Fabrizio left, silence fell over Yoren’s office once more. Every sound—the exhale of breath, or even the ticking of the wall clock—was muffled by an underlying sense of discomfort.
Yoren remained seated behind his desk with his back against the chair. In front of him, the folder containing Eirene’s documents lay neatly closed, as if it had never been touched. He stared at the computer screen, his eyes following the slowly moving cursor as he reached for th
After Abram and his team left, the warehouse fell silent again. A single lamp, hanging from the ceiling, remained lit, casting a dim yellow glow onto the wooden table. Shadows stretched in every direction, making the warehouse's corners appear darker than they should.Barrett remained seated in the same spot. His back was straight. His hands rested lightly on his lap. Nothing about his position had changed. He remained perfectly still, waiting patiently, without restlessness or haste, as if time held no meaning for him.Occasionally, he lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch, the movement so subtle that it was almost imperceptible. The clock's hands moved slowly, approaching the time he had set earlier.The silence continued uninterrupted. The night went on without footsteps or the sound of approaching vehicles.Barrett did not jump to conclusions too quickly. He always allowed time.At 1:45 a.m., he rose from his seat. He remained calm, showing
Fabrizio stood in the courtyard of the Aurelion Residence, gazing straight ahead. Although his posture appeared relaxed, his mind was never truly still.Hera stood beside him. She had her arms crossed over her chest. As usual, she was not one to speak much, but she was always observant. “I don’t like this.”Fabrizio responded without turning his head. “Which part?”“All of it,” Hera replied, exhaling softly. “The attack was planned. They knew exactly when to strike.”Fabrizio gave a small nod. He felt the same way, even if he hadn’t said so.Silence fell between them once more. The night breeze drifted gently, carrying the scent of damp earth and wet leaves. Everything looked normal on the surface, but the tension remained, thin yet real.The sound of a car engine broke the atmosphere. Headlights approached, cutting clearly through the darkness.Fabrizio turned his head and i
Yoren hated uncertainty—he had never liked it. He was accustomed to certainty, whether in decisions, commands or every step he took. The world always moved according to his will, or at the very least he knew how to force it into submission. But that day was different.Since morning, something had been bothering Yoren. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was—it wasn’t a clear threat nor an intuition he could trace to its source. It was simply a subtle yet constant unease within him, as if something was wrong and lurking just beyond his reach.Yoren tried to ignore that unease. He continued carrying out his usual activities.Everything proceeded as it should, yet the unease remained lodged in his mind. It stayed and gnawed at him from within, growing more pronounced as time passed.Time kept moving until Yoren finally understood the reason for it. By then, however, it was already too late, and the unease instantly turned into a surge of emo
After Yoren and Fabrizio’s departure, the atmosphere in the apartment slowly returned to something resembling order. It wasn’t entirely calm, though. Traces of chaos lingered in every corner: the smell of dust, signs of a struggle and lingering tension. Nevertheless, at least everything was now under control.Garrison stood in the middle of the main corridor. He continued to scan his surroundings with a keen eye.The territorial guard division had arrived. They moved quickly and efficiently, making no unnecessary noise or movements. Everyone already knew their respective roles.Some members of the Territorial Guard were assigned to handle the rogues. They transported the rogues to the guard headquarters.The Territorial Guard Division was also responsible for documenting the site—every corner, every trace, and any signs that might be overlooked by the untrained eye—and for controlling the apartment residents.Doors were knoc
Eirene was walking more slowly than when she had been pulled out of Sabrina’s apartment. It wasn’t that she was tired; her mind simply hadn’t fully caught up with everything that had happened.A female servant walked ahead of her without ever really looking back. Her steps were steady, as if she already knew exactly where she was taking Eirene.Eirene watched the servant's back. She observed her closely, from her walk to her posture. In Eirene’s eyes, the servant showed no trace of hesitation whatsoever.A familiar feeling surfaced, reminding Eirene of Kyla. She was certain that the servant was just like Kyla—not just an ordinary servant. However, she said nothing. She was too exhausted to question anything right then—or perhaps she had simply become pessimistic, knowing that she wouldn't get any answers anyway. In the end, she simply followed Yoren's instructions.They stopped in front of a room. The servant opened the
The gates of the Aurelion Residence stood firm in the nighttime stillness. The garden lights glowed dimly, providing just enough illumination for the entrance path without drawing excessive attention. From a distance, the main building appeared calm—too calm for a place that had just been mentioned in an emergency report.The car carrying Hera stopped right in front of the inner gate. She stepped out without waiting for the door to be opened. Her feet touched the stone ground with steady resolve. Her eyes moved swiftly, scanning the surroundings in a single, trained sweep.The elite guard team remained at their respective positions. None of them moved or seemed careless, even though it was clear that nothing inside the residence had required protection over the past few days.Although the situation at Aurelion Residence seemed controlled and secure, Hera did not take that as a guarantee. She had to make sure of it herself.One of the elite members n
The television in the living room had been on for an hour, but Eirene had stopped paying much attention to it fifteen minutes ago. She was sprawled lazily on the long sofa, with her back against the cushioned backrest, one leg folded and the other dangling towards the floor.On the screen, the host
The car sped forward, leaving the gates of Velmoar Palace behind at a steady pace. The tall courtyard lamps receded into the distance, fading into a muted yellow glow that was gradually swallowed by the thin night mist. Cold air slipped through the ventilation vents, carrying the lingering scents o
Paige knew even before she had heard a single whisper. The stares felt real; those small glances from the corners of people's eyes could not simply be ignored. Heads leaned towards one another, followed by faint smiles that were quickly concealed whenever she turned to look. The guests' behaviour m
Yoren was well aware that his birthday celebration was about more than just having a good time. The invited guests had not come merely to offer congratulations or well-wishes; they had hidden agendas. He was not careless; he had been observing the room long before Lysander Abercrombie stepped tow







