Elena’s POV

Outside the ward, the corridor fell into an oppressive silence.

I didn’t turn back, but I could feel it—the shift in the air, the weight of authority pressing down once more. Elder Hayes and Damien walked side by side, one slightly ahead, one half a step behind. They didn’t need to speak to dominate the space. Their presence alone was enough to make people lower their heads instinctively.

Elder Hayes stopped by the window. Sunlight streamed in, outlining his rigid ...