Jared stood silent for a breath, understood what Onneas’ goodwill signified. With Fourth Hall behind him, hunting the Malevolent Path Hall would unfold far more smoothly. Yet also knew that the Celestial Palace seethed with factions. Enaricus and Drystan would never simply back down.

“I can agree to the truce. But if anyone else in the Celestial Palace comes at me like Drystan did, I won’t sit back and do nothing.”

Isabel nodded. “Naturally. Onneas has circulated a decree, should any other lord trouble you, they will be deemed enemies of our hall. We also know you’re probing the branch of Malevolent Path Hall hidden in Darkwind Gorge. If you need scouts or soldiers, send one message. Onneas will see you aided.”

Jared felt a subtle stir of hope. Alice’s intelligence network was broad, yet it could not match the Celestial Palace’s deep roots.

“In that case, my thanks to Onneas, and to you, Ms. Yeats…”

Isabel’s lips curved in a faint smile. “Take time to heal, Mr. Chance. I shall take my leave.”

With a swirl, blurred into cyan smoke, vanishing before Jared could blink. Flaxseed whistled in the direction Isabel disappeared, eyes bright with awe.