Inside a house in the country of Ironvale...
"Is keeping her here really safe, nya?" asked Feralin, a beautiful white-haired girl with the tail and ears of a cat.
She was sitting on a chair beside the bed. Beside her sat a man with the head of an elephant and a short brown-haired man carrying a long wand in his hand. They were Gajendra and Armin.
On the bed lay an unconscious mature woman in a light robe, the veins across her entire body turned deep black. At the corner of the bed sat Vyrion, holding a Soul Stone in his glowing hands.
The Soulforce from the stone flowed into the unconscious woman, reducing the darkness of the veins only slightly.
"They are targeting the whole country," Armin spoke, his voice laced with worry. "If they manage to break in, it would be disastrous."
Vyrion said nothing. His half-open amber eyes were fixed on Su Yan, the unconscious woman.
