Winter had finally passed.
The streets of Ravenna felt alive again. Markets reopened. Cars filled the roads. People laughed as if nothing had happened.
To everyone else…
Life had returned to normal.
Jovian knew better.
He stood alone on the rooftop of an old apartment building.
Vital Mirage stood beside him.
Neither of them spoke.
The city looked peaceful.
Too peaceful.
"…It's quiet."
Lucien climbed onto the rooftop behind him.
"You're thinking about Voss."
Jovian nodded.
"He wasn't the end."
Lucien crossed his arms.
"I know."
"The way he fought…"
"The things he knew…"
"…Someone taught him."
Neither of them liked that answer.
Later that afternoon…
The group met inside their usual hideout.
Old maps covered the walls.
Newspaper clippings surrounded a large wooden table.
Alaric placed another report onto the pile.
"Three disappearances."
"Same week."
"Different cities."
Iggy leaned closer.
"They all mention the same thing."
Jovian looked up.
"What?"
"A man wearing white."
Silence.
Lucien frowned.
"White?"
Alaric nodded.
"No face."
"No fingerprints."
"No witnesses."
"Just…"
"…white."
The room suddenly felt colder.
That night…
Jovian couldn't sleep.
He kept hearing Voss's final words.
"You think you've won…"
"You haven't even met him."
Vital Mirage appeared beside his bed without being summoned.
It looked toward the window.
Then…
It slowly raised its hand.
Pointing outside.
Jovian immediately stood.
Something…
Was watching the house.