The Unseen Messenger

"Seize the evidence," he ordered curtly. "Remove the body."

Kael stiffened. "The body—"

"It's not your concern anymore," Greaves interrupted, his tone final.

Kael's frustration boiled over, his fists clenching at his sides. He had seen this before—the bureaucratic stonewalling, the deliberate suppression of information. It was the same tactic used by those who wanted to bury the truth, to hide behind protocol while the real danger festered unchecked.

Liora, meanwhile, had gone unnervingly quiet. His hand hovered near the hilt of his blade, his posture loose but coiled, ready to strike. Kael knew that look all too well—it wasn't just anger. Liora was calculating, weighing his options, deciding whether or not to escalate the situation.