"What's the reward?" she muttered instinctively.
In response, a single-goal upgrade appeared before her eyes.
Ivy's breathing steadied. She clenched her fist and nodded to herself. 'Then I'll do it.'
Exiting the temporal storage, she returned home deep in thought. It was already lunchtime, and hunger gnawed at her stomach.
The moment she stepped inside, she froze.
The atmosphere was unbearably tense.
Both groups, the Nightnane family and the Blackthorn family, were seated at the same dining table, glaring at one another like enemies forced into a truce. Forks paused midair. Plates remained untouched.
Ivy stood there, utterly speechless.
'If you hate each other this much,' she thought dryly, 'why not part ways? Why sit together and pretend you're close?'
Just as Ivy reached the dining area, a sharp, sarcastic voice cut through the tense air.
