CHAPTER 67
Author: Ng
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The Crossroads

I stared at Julian across the dimly lit rooftop, the city sprawling beneath us like a maze of flickering lights and whispered secrets. The Oath. The very thing I had sworn never to return to now dangled before me like a lifeline and a noose all at once.

“You don’t have to decide now,” Julian said, his voice calm, deliberate. “But you know as well as I do—this world is chaos without order. Without us.”

Us.

The word coiled around my ribs like a vice.

I had once believed in the Oath. Lived by it. Breathed it. Let it dictate my every move like a well-rehearsed script. And then I walked away, burned my bridges, and promised myself I’d never look back. Because control isn’t the same as justice. Because sometimes the people writing the rules are just as corrupt as the ones breaking them.

And yet…

Julian stood there, watching me, the city’s neon glow reflecting off his sharp features. He was always the composed one, the one who never flinched even when the world burned. “You le
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