Chapter 353: The Mist of Heaven Capital

The night air on the balcony was cool, but a fire was burning within Elvis Grant. The messenger from Heaven Capital had vanished as silently as he had appeared, leaving behind a small, exquisitely carved box of dark wood. The lid was not latched but sealed with the delicate effigy of a wooden swallow, the very one the man had presented. It was a lock and a symbol in one. With a gentle twist, Elvis broke the seal. The swallow came away cleanly in his hand, its craftsmanship perfect. He set it...