Mirabella stared at them in profound, heavy silence. She lowered her gaze down to Adira, who was sleeping peacefully in her arms, completely oblivious to the dimensional ripples her awakening had caused.
'Red skin monsters are actively attacking Galaxy City—bizarre, unyielding creatures I haven't ever seen before,' Mirabella reasoned internally, categorizing the concurrent anomalies:
'And now, this catastrophic memory just happened... But that dying fairy specifically called him the Great One.'
Mirabella subconsciously raised her trembling right hand to her forehead.
'Is it the exact same Great One who marked me? But she also explicitly stated that the Great One will try to infect someone influential from within the boundaries of the four worlds... I have so many unanswered questions.' She exhaled a long, weary breath.
