“Mr. Griffiths, the chips, viruses, and all research have been destroyed. Every base has been shut down. What are your next orders?”

Miguel didn’t move at first. Then, he lifted his eyes, his face unreadable.

“You have no more orders. The Evernight Alliance is gone. I no longer need an assistant.”

The assistant froze, disbelief flickering in his eyes. He had spent years beside Miguel, chasing the promise of power and a new world. Now, with a few cold words, that dream had shattered. He was left with nothing—no master, no purpose.

Miguel’s patience broke. He snatched the gun from the table and aimed it at the assistant’s head.

“I’ll count to three. If you’re still standing there, I’ll put a bullet through your skull. One… Two…”

Miguel never reached three. The assistant stumbled backward and bolted from the room in sheer panic. In that moment, the reasons no longer mattered. Only survival did.

The heavy door slammed shut, sealing the silence inside. The once-feared ruler of the Evernight Alliance—who had commanded armies and shaped empires—was now utterly, hopelessly alone.

Miles away, Elliana knew every move Miguel had made. After giving the three commands, she had sent members of Thorn Rose to watch from the shadows. Their reports had confirmed everything—the nefarious research was gone, and the Evernight Alliance was dismantled. It was exactly as she had expected. Miguel had carried out the orders with chilling precision. She had given him a full day, but he had completed it in less than half that time.

For a man who had spent over twenty years building his empire, tearing it all down in a few hours was almost poetic. If he had been in his right mind, the weight of it would have crushed him. Elliana sighed softly, something unreadable glinting in her eyes. Then, she spoke to Miguel through the chip, her voice gentle but commanding.

“You’ve done well, Miguel. My people will arrive soon. Take only what you need and go with them. From now on, no more burdens, no more pain. You can finally be at peace.”

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“Yes, Master,” Miguel replied in a dull, obedient tone. He didn’t understand her words—only her authority. Her words were his law.

Moments later, Clifton entered the quiet room where Miguel stayed, followed by Kieran, Heather, and Damian.

Elliana hadn’t taken the Four Guardians back to Ublento. The four had stayed behind in Delta to manage Maxine’s funeral. Now, to conclude the Evernight Alliance affair, Elliana had sent them to collect Miguel.

Though a monster in his own right, Miguel was still a legend—brilliant, feared, respected. Sending the Four Guardians was Elliana’s silent salute to the man Miguel had once been.

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