Meanwhile, hidden from sight, a pale figure in icy robes dashes through the tight corridors, her silver crescent shining in the eerie light. Her eyes glimmer with golden light, and her white maw turns into a rabid smile. “And that was the first time you encountered the pale ones?” a rugged voice asked her. Mirabel nodded. “Yeah. And it wouldn’t be the last, as you well know.” Then, another voice spoke, but this time the question came out soft and worried: “So, did you ever find out who she was?” Mirablel sighed. “Yeah. I did,” she plainly said. The woman snaps her fingers, and a radiant night sky erupts from her fingers. The stars in the sheet of night float brightly as if they were alive, and the woman smirks.”So, the stars were right. She must be the one to uncover what Her Night’s Majesty is after.”
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