Chapter 94 - Chapter 94: The Inquisitor’s Ghost

Morning in Elarwyn no longer felt like the peaceful, arboreal sanctuary it once promised to be. Inside Dayat's makeshift wooden shack, the air was heavy, stagnant, and thick with the scent of unwashed denim and drying sap. On a workbench crafted from a repurposed bough of the World Tree, a tiny metallic fragment—no larger than a fingernail—lay bathed in the clinical, white glare of a manifested LED lamp. To the uninitiated, it was a mere sliver of trash; to Dayat, it was a death warrant signed in cold, industrial ink.