Chapter 5996

Jared withdrew his hand. A bead of gray light clung to his palm, flickered once, and vanished.

He remained motionless. His spiritual sense spread through the room like a silent radar sweep, probing for loose threads, hidden alarms, or anything that still remembered Miles’ existence.

Two breaths. That was all it had taken—arrival, strike, erasure.

Fast. Precise. Merciless. Executed beneath the threshold of sound.

He stepped to the window, tilted his head slightly, and let the night air brush against him.

The Executioners’ Quarters were quiet. In the distance, muted voices drifted from the Duty Room. Beyond that, the steady crunch of patrol boots passed and faded.

Nothing from the cottage leaked outward. The silence remained undisturbed.