Chapter 205: The Gentle Warlord, The Eternal Harbor

Several weeks passed. The crimson stain of Dante Easton’s downfall had been washed away by the gentle rains of late spring, and Spring City had settled back into its familiar, peaceful rhythm. The Easton mansion, a monument to a tyrant's ambition, was now a sealed-off relic, its dark secrets handed over to an authority far greater than any local power. The city's elite, once trembling under Dante’s shadow, breathed a collective sigh of relief, though they spoke the name ‘Lorenzo Santee’...