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Chapter 111
A steady blip finally reappeared on the heart monitor—a fleeting pulse that seemed to hang between life and death. Outside the villa, Father Cillian lifted his gaze to the western sky. Where once the General Star had shone, only gathering darkness remained. Thunder rolled like a final salute to a fallen warrior, and great clouds massed until day became night. Rain lashed the earth, as if the heavens themselves mourned.
Cillian’s voice was barely audible above the storm. “Heaven’s will cannot be fought.”
Governor Jade, Chief Henderson, and the heads of the Five Elite Families trembled as they absorbed his words. Zakariah’s confident posture slackened, and Skadi’s bright eyes filled with disbelief and tears. Only yesterday, the warden had laughed with the Lees; now, his mortal light had vanished.
Inside, Nash carried a straw mat from the bedroom and gently laid Philix’s still form upon it. In that moment, Howard Lane—powerful head of the Lane family and senior president of the Green Bamboo Association’s Ninth Division—stormed forward, his majestic aura crackling with rage. “You fiend! You’ve slain the warden, and now you desecrate his body by placing him on the ground?”
Nash, calm as ever, retrieved the offering bowl from Brian’s side. “Who declared him dead?” he asked, voice low.
Howard’s sneer was contempt itself. “Father Cillian spoke the truth. The Star has fallen.”
Unfazed, Nash continued to inspect the bowl. “You bark like a rabid dog. Why should I explain myself to you?”
Skadi gasped at his insolence. Most men would never dare insult Howard Lane—whose underground power dwarfed even Walter Watson’s business empire. But Nash’s cool defiance only fueled Howard’s fury. “Guards! Seize him and break his legs!”
As armored bodyguards surged forward, Joseph Lee appeared, bronze skin gleaming with authority. “Who dares touch Nash?” he demanded. Lee family sentinels formed a bulwark against the Lane guards. Stephen Quinn’s contingent pressed in behind them, voices calling for justice.
In the tumult, Stellar’s roar cut through the chaos. “Lane, stand down—or face my wrath!” The clash of loyalties crackled in the storm-lashed courtyard, each side ready to spill blood over the warden’s fate.