Footsteps returned. Luther guided two black-clad men into the room; both hung between waking and nothingness, heads lolling as though sleep had turned to stone.
They had followed Quentin for years, knives hidden under loyalty oaths. Every twitch of his eyebrows lived in their muscle memory.
Jared let his gaze settle on them, then spoke to Luther. "Use your Nether Heart Control incantation. I'll weave a Chaotic Restriction Seal. Together they‘ll obey, and they won't remember how."
A cool shimmer crossed Luther's eyes. He knelt beside the two guards, probing their pulses, then murmured, "Their spirits were wounded by my soul threads and already fragile. With your chaotic force sealing them, they will stay quiet for now..."
"Their souls are already frayed," Luther murmured. "If I sink the incantation to the core and you look away the memory threads, they‘ll hold for a short march."
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