The Panhuman Alliance, the rebuilt Venal Galaxy, the brand-new Half Moon Hill Villa.
The night had fallen long ago, but in the darkness, Avril quietly got out of her bed. After rubbing her somewhat dry eyes with her snowy-white hands, she opened her wardrobe and put on a pair of blue jeans, white sneakers, and a pink travel jacket.
Softly exhaling, Avril took from an exquisite box on her dressing table a prepared spatial ring. She opened the balcony door, bathing her body in the silver moonlight.
Her golden hair swayed in the wind. Avril seemed rather worried, but her jewel-like eyes flashed with determination.
Who was Avril waiting for in the dark night? Since she had taken out prepared travel gear, was she going on a trip? With her silent actions, not waking her maids or butlers, was Avril planning to travel far on her own?
