Chapter 5987

Cyril’s face rippled through shades of doubt and reluctant awe before he exhaled hard. With a curt swipe of his hand he broke the binding

sigils. “Release them.”

“City Lord?” One of the guards almost choked on the honorific, fingers frozen over the iron locks.

“I said, release them.” Cyril repeated the order, each word weighted like stone; no room remained for doubt.

Steel hinges clicked open in a nervous cascade as the guards scrambled to free every prisoner.

The newly unshackled pressed their foreheads to the ground, gratitude flooding the space like dawn light; all of it gathering unspoken

around Jared.