On the balcony of the Silverstar castle was a figure of elegance epitome.
Breezed by the night's cold air, Evelyn's fiery hair fluttered behind her as she gazed up at the Honey Moon—gleaming brilliantly in the sky like the most beautiful pearl. It brought an effect so serene that she couldn't help but appreciate it.
Had it been any other day, this would've been a perfect night to relax and settle down.
But this night was the complete exception.
Despite the weird occurrence, she saw with the Angels and the pure chaos energy, her mind was not seized by that incident—but by another instead. She knew that this night was a test for the others, a test that was trust on them suddenly.
No matter how much she tried to distract herself, she couldn't take it out of her mind.
Concern and fear made her stand on the balcony in silence.
Evelyn and the others were separated by miles upon miles of land.