Cyrus's expression grew distant, his fingers still tangled in Kane's hair.
"After retrieving it from Madam Xiu, I placed the Screaming Shard in Veyr Corp's deepest high-security containment vault."
Kane's fox ears swiveled forward with sharp attention.
"Vault Seven, to be precise. It's thirty floors below street level, behind enchanted barriers that could contain a rogue deity."
"Is it safe there?" Kane asked, unease prickling through his voice.
The memory of his ransacked apartment flashed through his mind—spirits desperate enough to tear apart his home for a single shard.
"Completely." Cyrus's tone carried absolute certainty.
"The vault system requires my biometric authorization, three separate magical keys, and a blood seal to access. Even if someone breached the building's defenses, they'd need to go through me personally."
Kane's tail curled tighter around his waist, nervous energy crackling through his limbs.
