The night was silent. Noona sat on the balcony of a tall building, gazing at the old city, where dim light touched the ancient bricks and narrow alleys.
Raphael stood nearby, silently observing something she could not see.
"Do you know… these symbols aren't just ordinary ancient marks?" Raphael said, pointing at the carvings on the wall. "They are connected to **the Mintra family… and deeply intertwined with your lineage as well."
Noona reached out to touch the symbols. A subtle power flowed into her. A voice echoed in her mind—a familiar yet unseen presence.
"The Khon Mask… you must understand the Khon Mask."
Images of the past unfolded before her eyes—scenes of the once-prosperous Mintra family, linked to her family through long-hidden secrets. A girl, Irin, whom she had encountered but never truly known, appeared in the visions, watching intently, smiling faintly as if aware of all hidden truths.
Noona's heart raced. "This… is why I've been dreaming of this voice… and the Khon Mask."
Raphael nodded. "Yes… the Khon Mask isn't just a physical object. It's a symbol of power and secrets of the lineage. Both the Mintras and you are bound by it."
The wind picked up again, scattering Noona's hair like butterfly wings. The shadows of tall buildings reflected the symbols etched on the ground. Her silver energy glowed, responding to the voices and memories.
Noona smiled faintly. The voice in her head whispered:
"Past… present… and the Khon Mask… everything is connected."
She knew she had to follow these clues further, to uncover the secrets of the Mintra family, her own lineage, and Irin—to solve the mysteries of the city and the Khon Mask once and for all.