Vaelin leaned back in his chair, Mira’s words echoing in his mind. That man—quiet, measured, almost unassuming—carried a strength that few could even sense, let alone measure. Money could open doors with him, and sooner or later, the formula for the spiritual medicine would be within reach. Patience. That was the key.
Evening had fallen, yet Junvaris City hummed with life. Liora returned home as if nothing had happened. Calm, composed, flawless. But Vaelin knew better. Danger brushed her daily, yet she never flinched. She bore threats like they were nothing, carrying them quietly, only letting good news pass her lips. That courage, that silent endurance—it demanded respect.
Back at Ysera Furniture, Vaelin resumed his duties. He was no longer the sales team leader, but Selene kept a watch
