It was a Secret Chamber, dimly lit. A man in a black trench coat, black mask, and black gloves sat in a chair, his chin propped on his hands.
His eyes were the only part of his face visible, and they were heavy with worry.
"Chief, the six nations have gone mad."
Another man stood before him, speaking gravely. "They're fighting as if their lives mean nothing. The battle at the front has reached a stalemate."
He was reporting to the chief.
The chief closed his eyes. He knew his subordinate was putting it gently. By now, the fate of their organization was almost certain.
The Six Nations Alliance would wipe them out.
Memories flashed through the chief's mind: his country, his family.
At last, he made a decision.
"Let Aurora serve the organization one last time."
The chief's voice was low. His subordinate's heart tightened. He knew what that final service meant.
"Aurora." Meng Chuan murmured the name. Combined with the information he had just received, he now knew which world this was.
The video continued. The chief and his subordinate left the Secret Chamber, passed through door after door, and arrived at a heavily secured chamber.
They entered, and the Aurora they had spoken of came into view.
She was a little girl, small and thin, with skin pale from years without Sunlight and dry hair like withered grass. Yet her face was unusually adorable.
She was locked behind glass walls, like a wild animal on display at a zoo.
Curled up in a corner with her arms around her knees, the little girl timidly watched several people in white coats beyond the glass. They were pushing a cart covered in instruments, preparing to draw her blood.
Aurora's eyes were full of fear. She still remembered the pain