Yelena was right. The plague wasn't something—it was someone.
A single individual, powerful enough to draw the attention of the royal knights. Lumine didn't know exactly how strong they were, but the very mention of their name implied great authority. If even the knights hesitated to confront the plague, then this individual was undoubtedly dangerous.
Just one person was enough to plunge everything into chaos.
One of the Nine High Commanders.
Lumine didn't fully grasp what that title entailed, but it clearly signified an exceptionally high rank within the revolutionary army.
Lumine hesitated.
Yelena looked at him, clutching her arm anxiously, and whispered, "She isn't lying. Ever since I opened my eyes in this mansion, my [instinct] has been screaming at me to run. We need to get out of here."
Lumine struggled internally with her words.
