She didn't say anything.
She didn't need to.
The air behind her stayed quiet—so still it felt deliberate, like even the room was holding its breath—until the faintest shift whispered across the floor, the kind that only meant one thing: another presence had arrived.
There was no alarm, no tension, just the calm weight of a Crescent agent stepping forward, her movements perfectly aligned with the subtle hum of the surveillance systems still tracking the silent figure below.
"Target confirmed," she said, her voice as neutral as her expression. "Phase one complete."
Velmora didn't respond right away.
Hearing this, she didn't nod, glance over, or even blink.
Her arms remained relaxed at her sides, and her tall frame held a stillness that could only be described as sculpted—like she hadn't moved in hours like she hadn't needed to.
The only signs of life came from her eyes, cold and unwavering as they followed the ghost-like trail Pale Mirror left behind.
