Soon, Victor took Mira out of the prison. As they walked through the corridors, Mira clung to him like a frightened koala, refusing to loosen her grip for even a moment. Her face remained buried against his shoulder, fingers trembling as Victor took her towards one of the empty office rooms.
Dora followed quietly behind them. In her mind, she had done nothing wrong, not even for a moment.
After all, she had only investigated the person responsible for the destruction of her academy. If not for Aether's preparation, those children and her professors would have died without leaving a single trace behind, so in her eyes, her actions were justified beyond doubt.
