Standing in the corridor he had just left, leaning casually against a mana conduit, was a girl. She wore the uniform of a Senior Student, but it was modified—darker, sleeker. Her hair was a cascade of violet, and her eyes were covered by a blindfold made of sheer black cloth.
Yet, she was looking right at him.
[Player Identified: Seraphina]
[Level: 42]
[Class: Shadow Dancer]
[Affiliation: The Silent Watchers]
Level 42. She was leagues above him. A senior elite.
"Who are you?" Alvian asked, his muscles coiled to strike.
"A friend of the deceased," Seraphina said, pushing herself off the wall. She moved with a fluid grace that reminded Alvian of water. "And someone who knows that Rogge didn't just die to stop a dungeon break. I know about the Avatar, Alvian."
Alvian narrowed his eyes. "Then you know why I'm here."
