Chapter 722 A Bloodbath At Guild Founding Ceremony

• After listening, Jaziel locked every detail into memory, as though etching it onto steel.
• These were truths Quinley had guarded through torture and solitude. The weight of her trust stirred something fierce and protective inside him.
• “Ms. Musgrave, I give you my word,” Jaziel said, voice steady as drawn steel. “As long as I draw breath, no blade or curse will ever touch you or Redina.”