"Who's up there?"
A dozen of Alec's warriors raised their weapons in unison, instinctively forming a wall around the Moon Lord and Agne Moon. Eyes turned upward to the rooftop, where a lone figure sat in the moonlight — relaxed, almost playful.
A man in a flowing white coat lounged on the ridge, one hand resting beneath his chin. A faint smile curved his lips, as though this midnight standoff were nothing more than a show for his amusement.
Beside him stood two women — one wearing a silver mask that gleamed softly in the light, the other with her head wrapped in pale cloth, her posture silent and watchful.
The three of them, poised so casually above the chaos, seemed almost unreal. Their calm presence amid tension gave off a strange, commanding mystery.
"Luciel?!" Agne Moon's voice broke the silence, half-shocked, half-relieved. "Didn't you go back to the hotel?"
