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Years ago, when Serena was just 12, she found herself standing before a mysterious woman draped in a flowing black robe, the air around her thick with the fragrant haze of a smoldering cigar.
This enigmatic lady, with captivating, oversized eyes, possessed an uncanny beauty that defied her apparent age, appearing as if she were in her early thirties.
Dr. Xenon, his features marked by a snowy beard and a gaze that seemed to have seen the ages, stood by Serena's side, wearing a gentle smile.
He extended a hand towards the woman.
"Lady Lana, she's the one," Dr. Xenon declared, his voice carrying an air of anticipation.
Lana inclined her head ever so slightly, her eyes narrowing as she leaned closer to Serena, releasing tendrils of smoke into the air.
Serena, feeling an overwhelming mixture of nervousness and curiosity, managed to stammer a greeting.
"N-nice to meet you," she murmured, offering a hesitant bow.
