In a distant island to the north of Country Y, both Hunter and Knight were on a mission.
He and Knight had pursued the lead with relentless precision, chasing the shadow of the man who had once dared to attempt Luna's assassination.
At first, they believed Luna's lab had malfunctioned, that the explosion was nothing more than a tragic accident.
But their certainty wavered when Country Y's officials moved with unusual silence, deliberately withholding the truth.
The news of the blast spread like wildfire within certain circles—whispers of fire tearing through the lab, of research reduced to ash.
Yet the irony was sharp: not a single word of death was released to the public. No mourning, no acknowledgment.
Instead, the officials swept the incident under the rug with a sterile statement: a minor accident, nothing more.
According to them, Dr. Lia and her team were safe and sound, carrying on their work as if nothing had ever happened.
