Michael’s eyes darkened with focus.
He placed his palm once more on Evelyn Sinclair’s chest and closed his eyes.
The room fell utterly silent. Even the air seemed to freeze.
And then—
The silver needles began to move.
Softly at first. Then faster.
A low hum filled the ward as the thin silver needles began to spin on their own axes.
Everyone stared in disbelief.
The tips of the needles quivered, glowing faintly under the cold hospital lights. They spun faster and faster, until the motion blurred into a circle of light.
Jason, Alice, even Francis—all could only stare, speechless.
Dr. Zimmer’s eyes bulged, his voice barely a whisper.
“This… this can’t be… Is this the Lost Silver Needle Technique?”
His hands trembled as sweat rolled down his temple. “That art was lost hundreds of y
