Everything strange had happened subsequently―the Shadow City, the reawakening of her visions, and Kazmun―what if they were all somehow related?
Alyssane could not find any answer no matter how hard she thought.
But ever since Kazmun had arrived, his presence in the palace felt like a dark omen, an ever-present shadow that was waiting to devour her.
"Surely, no one hates the Esmeryons as much as the Imperial family," Nora's words returned like a haunting echo, "But you should be safe there for as long as your eyes remain grey."
The Esmeryons.
Alyussane knew so little about them. Nearly every trace of theirs had been wiped from the history. Even Nora did not have a lot to say. All Alyssane knew was that they were people who somehow had strange powers.
Magic, but twisted―something cursed.
