Chapter 6050

The forest had changed.

Not in shape. Not in scent. Not in the slow roll of spiritual mist between the ancient trunks.

It was the aura.

Jared felt it first in his bones.

The oppressive pressure did not come from outside—it radiated from Luther.

“Luther,” he said again, voice low, steady despite the storm tightening inside his chest. “Look at me.”

No response.