Chapter 339: What the Deputy Knew
The silence in the small registry annex was complete.
Nyx rubbed the dark red smear between her finger and thumb.
"Minutes old," Nyx said quietly. "No more."
Draven looked at the half-written second dispatch sitting on the wooden desk. The dark red words were actively building a formal, legal case that Helion was completely unfit to command Bastion Seven. The deputy with the twitching jaw had fled only moments before they entered the room.
Draven focused inward, checking the frayed thread of King-grade mana anchored inside his core. It lay perfectly still.
"I do not think he is a bearer," Draven said levelly. "He ran only moments ago, and my thread has not stirred once. He is just a frightened man who writes what he is told."
Nyx knelt by the desk. Her dark eyes scanned the stone floor.
