Chapter 1843 Shifted Conflict

• A young voice rang out. “Grandpa, something's happened!”
• Barely had Finnegan and the rest of his entourage cleared the last winding mountain path beyond the Mueller stronghold when, hundreds of miles away in Durbaine, Yona burst through the carved cedar doors of her grandfather's study. She was breathing hard, skin pale, panic fluttering in her eyes like trapped sparrows.
• “Did Finnegan suffer a setback with the Muellers?” Jeremy asked, lifting his eyes only a fraction from the documents spread before him. “Even if he did, it matters little. An elder from Clandestine shadows that boy—nobody in this land is bold enough to lay a finger on him.”