The first prison transformed into a tiny cube-shaped moon suspended within the vast starry sea.
As if she had anticipated this moment, Nivalis immediately rummaged through the Gacha Machine and pulled out a mirror. Flapping her wings, she flew in front of Rita and thoughtfully held it up.
Rita looked into her reflection.
The black pupil that had always occupied her right eye was gone.
In its place was a silver iris.
And within that silver eye, a miniature cube slowly rotated, turning with quiet precision.
The sight was strange.
Yet somehow, it also felt natural.
There was no time to dwell on the implications.
No time to calculate how much of her fortune had just disappeared.
No time to mourn the beginning of what increasingly felt like the largest bankruptcy in Starsea's history.
Without hesitation, Rita headed toward the next prison.
Beacon.
This time, when she activated Cut the Moonlight, the mist that drifted from the moon was different.
