Space folded.
High above Rugarda—far beyond the reach of birds—three figures emerged from a clean tear in reality, their arrival utterly silent. No thunder. No flash. Just presence.
The sky itself seemed to recoil.
They hovered at an altitude where the world below was reduced to shapes and colors, and yet—despite the distance—the heat pressed against them like an invisible tide.
"…This should be the coordinate," said the woman at the front.
She stood slightly ahead of the other two, posture straight, silver-white hair flowing freely behind her like a banner. Her eyes were a sharp cerulean, calm and heavy with authority.
Seraphina Vaelcrest.
She was someone who lived in the inner part of Astraea, where people with real authority lived.
Behind her floated two identical figures—twins in face and form, their long black hair tied loosely, eyes a mirrored crimson.
Caelis and Caelia Nocturne.
