Fiona sat stiffly in the wide, cold-lit chamber, her eyes scanning the occupants with growing unease.
She hadn't even remembered how she got here.
One moment she was packing up her drone gear, and the next, she was being escorted here.
Now she sat alone on a cushioned seat, staring at Luna Luxoria.
She was leaning against a pillar with arms crossed, eyes narrowed in amusement.
Liora was nearby and her expression was unreadable as always.
Across from her stood two masked figures.
One wore white and silver, with jagged engravings like runes etched into the mask's surface.
Fiona recognized him in an instant.
Lord L.
The other figure stood slightly behind him.
Slightly taller, cloaked in white with a mask that gave off no aura, no signal, no identifier at all.
Fiona had no clue who she was, but every instinct in her screamed not to ask.
Her streaming beast, Fionyx, was silent.
Offline. Disconnected.
She swallowed.
"Fiona," Lord L said. His voice was calm, almost kind.
