"So it's settled then, remember to bring Ores with you next time, Tilan." Evelyn stood in place, waving goodbye to Tilan.
"I will, goodbye, senior." Tilan also waved her hand, then turned and left.
...
The silver-white shuttlecraft slowly flew at the top of the cloud layer, threads of airflow dispersing the wings, leaving a slender trail in the high sky.
Inside the shuttlecraft's hall, members wearing white robes stood around the central ritual magic circle. On the back of their white-based robes was a black Jiao Yang, the sun emitting flames like wings, evoking a sense of despair and sacrifice.
At this moment, the array vaguely displayed two figures. Those slightly familiar would quickly recognize them as the Federation's two top songstresses.
Unbeknownst to Tilan and Evelyn, their conversation had been overheard by outsiders, with a method so unique that even the Court of Judgment and the Federal Official were unaware of it.
