Vana's POV Once again, like any other day that I leave the house, I met up with Jerome at the clock tower. It has been a week since our search mission commenced, and two days after we got our hands on the evidence file of Mr. Randwin.   Flashback on our horrific adventure, I trusted Jerome with his father’s evidence file. If going to the location is bad enough, getting out of it was worse as we were greeted by the rain at the latter half of the day. We didn’t know that there was a storm coming that day and we head home wet from head to toe.   My eye lingered on my surroundings as I feel tense and wary around me. Ever since that day we went to Meridinia Station, I have been getting the feeling that someone was watching me from afar and is following me. I can’t tell who it was, but my enhanced senses are slowly picking up their traces.   It’ll be a matter of time before I catch them. <

Vana's POV I slumped my elbows on top of the table, my face set against my palms as I sigh in frustration. My lips pouted, grumbling as I stare at Jerome’s direction, who was sitting across the table. We were here since past noon, in a café near the clocktower to plan out how in the world we’ll talk to Wrath Medona. “You better have an idea on how we’ll do this, because my mind is going blank,” Jerome scowled, staring back at me with the same unenthusiastic eyes. He sipped the fruit juice he had ordered, an arm propped on the table. “My mind is as blank as yours, thank you,” I retorted, averting my gaze as I wash a hand over my face. “How in the spells are we going to do this?” “Gregory said you have the answer, so think about it,” he muttered, eyes gazing at me with intent and awe. I glance

3rd POV Vana cried for help as her magic go awry. Ice glazed across the floor and walls; cold wind brewing around her as it slowly envelops her. The temperature dropped, with the guild members present in the hall stirring away from the destructive magic. Shemar rose up from the floor after he had stumbled back and fell, staggering on his steps as the freezing air trickled against his skin. He gritted his teeth as he feels the dense aura cloaking the entire hall, Vana’s magic raging in the swirling inside. Tears streamed down from Vana’s eyes as she found herself helpless against her magic, unable to think straight as she gazes at the mess of her surroundings. Like her emotions in a turbulent, the cold wind brought by her magic billowed around her, spreading like wild fire. It was like a cyclone, concealing and trapping her in its center. The cyclone contained frost and ic

3rd POV   A sea of black covered a part of the city as the members of Green Serpent and the citizens of the part of Archborn City mourn for the death of Shemar Farasol. The news broke and spread as fast as lightning after the accident occurred, with Vana confined to their guild hall momentarily as part of the guild’s investigation.   It didn’t take long for Storm to hear of the news while he’s at the Mortal World either, rushing back home in their guild. He had heard of the news from Master Sergis after he has sent him a letter across the worlds, informing him of their father’s death and the reason for his death.   At the day of his arrival, he immediately went to see his sister who had become an emotionless shell when he saw her. Vana has lost all will to live, her tears are all dried up, her complexion thin and pale, and her eyes void of life.   Vana cannot remember much of that da