Elyon shook his head slowly, his brow furrowing.
"No. Not a single whisper. Someone like her would be famous. You've seen how she looks. No one would forget her. That strength. That presence... she's not someone you overlook. Either she's not from this part of the Immortal Court, or she's keeping herself hidden on purpose."
Cattaleya let out a laugh that was somewhere between amused and dismissive.
"Now, now, I'm flattered, truly. But you lot are jumping to conclusions."
Meng Bai, still visibly shaken from the siren's enthralling melody, sat on a nearby stone. His fingers twitched at his knees as he frowned, trying to piece things together in his mind.
"So… were there more sirens like that one?" he asked cautiously.
"Three others," Cattaleya said with a nonchalant shrug. "Two are already dead. Tricky bastards. This one was the last I was tracking, but they're sneaky. Sometimes they make illusions of themselves or lure passersby into traps with their songs."
