A Massacre in Broad Daylight

Kael's eyes snapped open the instant his consciousness resurfaced, something cold and absolute already settled behind them.

Warden's Mandate didn't just bind a companion's will. It stripped away every secret they'd ever thought to keep.

He'd spent the last several minutes of that session walking Sterling through exactly that real-world address, confirmed.

Every ranking officer and core player in Ironclad's structure, confirmed along with it. Some of them Sterling's own trusted circle.

A few, going by names Kael recognized from a life already lived once, people who'd crossed him long before this one ever started.

Some lived together under one roof at the club's old headquarters. Others, like Sterling himself, had scattered into private hideouts, confident that distance alone kept them safe.

Under ordinary circumstances, tracking down that many separate locations would have taken real time and real resources.