Aurora's POV
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Something was wrong.
She could sense it, clinging to the Lunarian palace walls like a curse. From every whisper made by the staff as they go about their daily routines.
All that and now her last call with Lucian.
"Hello?" She withdrew her right hand from her necklace, causing the holographic screen flashing in front of her eyes to flicker out of existence. "Is the network in the Dark Lands trash or what?"
She paced around her room, rubbing her chin anxiously and wondering what to do.
At the same time, she occasionally glanced at the letter in her grasp.
"Mask off. The truth you seek shall find you."
Did she know what that meant? Heck no. But she knew it was from the Dark Hand.
And she also knew one person who was linked to that crooked organisation somehow.
Aurora's jaw tightened as she made up her mind, unable to remain complacent any longer. She parted strands of her silver hair before storming out of her room, her destination set.