Jared did not join the pursuit. Instead, he stood before Sarpa's twitching torso, two fingers glowing with concentrated marked aura. He drove that aura into the corpse's elixir field as delicately as a surgeon slipping a scalpel beneath skin.
A moment later, he withdrew, a faint filament of gold spiraling around his fingertip.
"Found it..." he said, voice low but unerringly certain.
That glimmer was the unique spiritual aura of the Flaxseed clan, tangible proof that Sarpa had once plundered their magical items.
"Mr. Flaxseed," Jared called without turning. "Your clan members' treasures are almost certainly locked away inside Venom Palace."
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