The Only Color - One - II

How Evora came to know the specifics of the mechanical armor was no longer something Ravenna could afford to ponder, as her first instinct upon hearing the request was to refuse.

Although Evora's strength and status were enough to allow her to act unbridled within the empire, how could she, with her extreme thirst for power, miss such an opportunity? And if an ether armament suitable for Evora was indeed created, what would she do with such power?

…Ansel.

A frigid chill instantly seized Ravenna's heart. 

She recalled Ansel, and that young Hydral, his calm yet frenzied shot in Pelican City. 

Miss puppet instinctively glanced at Evora's profile, at the scar forcefully healed by her flame of feast, still vivid and unmistakable.

For Evora, this was an unforgivable disgrace.