While the battle was getting even fiercer for Faeloria and Vanessa, and Aster's fate remained unknown, the others were also busy doing their own things.
Inside a large, familiar building, three figures, plus one dog, gathered in one of the meeting rooms. The one sitting on the head seat, the black-haired catkin, Celestinya, slammed her palm against the table and growled.
"We can't just sit down like this, twiddling our fingers, while Darling is fighting!"
To her right sat a beautiful dragonkin, Lizandrea, with a little puppy sitting on top of her lap, leaning its head on the table—startled by the sudden slam. "Well, it's true that we can't help." She shrugged, complaining lightly. "Aster's strength is already high above ours, and he was still owned by Lorelai and her company."
