Chapter 554: The Buried Truth

The heavy oak door of the villa swung inward with a silent, well-oiled grace, a stark contrast to the brutal end of the battle on the lawn. Harbinger Campbe stepped across the threshold, his presence sucking the warmth from the opulent foyer. Blood, not his own, stained his sleeve, and a deep, throbbing ache radiated from his ribs, but his gait was steady, his purpose absolute. Each step on the polished marble floor was a deliberate, echoing beat, a funeral drum marking the final moments of a...