CHAPTER 168
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The tower was burning from the inside out. It was been destroyed, consumed gradually so that its grandeur was lost with time.

The master's death had left the building humming with unnatural resonance—fragments of Ether still twisting faintly in the air, echoing Jeffery's will. Glass rained down the walls in shimmering fragments, melting into smoke as they hit the ground.

Outside, sirens began to scream. Blue and red lights flickered against the storm-soaked windows, reflecting off the wet steel like veins of warning. The city knew. The police knew and now everyone was coming.

Inside the hall, only two men remained—Jeffery and Daniel.

The captain stood near the shattered balcony, drenched in sweat and rain, his once-starched uniform now torn, the medal on his chest bent and cracked. His eyes darted between the body that was no longer there and the man who had erased it.

He took a trembling breath—then laughed.

It wasn't the laugh of courage. It was the laugh of a man who could no longe
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