With your lives almost on the line, you're still fighting among yourselves? Have you all gone mad?

Triss had issued a stern warning to the Bloodbound Knights' scout, then hurried back to her tent and packed up everything she could use. But this time, she wasn't preparing to flee. She was going to save her little Murphy.

She sent Bonnie to fetch Mirian and Major Fraser. The two had already turned in for the night, and when they arrived, they were still bleary-eyed with sleep.

"Hey, Triss, when did you change your hairstyle?"

Mirian rubbed her eyes and stared in surprise at Triss, who had draped her long braid over her chest.

She studied Triss's new look. Compared to her previous style, with her hair flowing over her shoulders, this one made her seem less delicate and alluring, and more capable and cold. With her hair no longer obscuring the corners of her eyes, an unexpectedly unsettling chill seemed to have settled over her charming face.

She made people instinctively straighten up in front of her, afraid to overstep even slightly.

"I just suddenly felt nostalgic. Does it look good?"

Triss picked up the bottle of wine beside her and took several big gulps, then asked with a wink. The familiar gesture immediately dispelled all of Mirian's doubts.

All right.

This was still the same unreliable Triss as before.

"Listen. Murphy found an active subspace rift in the Blood Eagle Corridor."

The moment Triss began, Mirian and Major Fraser jolted as if struck by lightning, instantly shaking off every trace of sleepiness.

Clearly, they had heard of this term before.

"How could there be a subspace rift in Transia?"

Mirian's eyes widened.

"The last time one of those things appeared was near the end of the Second War of Night, two hundred years ago, wasn't it?

"Supposedly, the Blood Dread Clan used a dark ritual in a