Abigail had a gift, a rare one that allowed her to read the history etched in bones, beyond the facade of flesh and skin. Her mentor once confessed that even he couldn't unravel the mysteries of Abigail's own skeletal structure. If that was truly the case, then her real age was a mystery, or perhaps, there was another possibility.

Abigail was someone who could alter her own bone structure at will.

Regardless of the scenario.

Any anomaly, and she could spot it.

Percival was well aware of Vivienne's skill in reading bones, yet his grip on his wrist remained reluctant to ease.

Vivienne pursed her lips, willing to compromise further, "How about... Mr. Wolf, you lift the cloth for me? Just exposing a single bone would do, anywhere is fine."

With some reluctance, Percival agreed.

But before he did, he made sure Vivienne wasn't looking.

Approaching the first body, Percival chose an ankle bone, gnawed on by wild animals, exposing stark white bone.

Vivienne was accustomed to such sights, unfazed by the gruesome scene.

Luckily, her nerves held steady, no sign of any nausea despite the grim context.

She snapped back into professional mode in an instant.

Focusing on the bone, she squinted, her mind delving deep.

"This person was in their thirties, showing signs of recent hardships but not a life of constant struggle, a life of thin luck prone to attracting trouble," she deduced. Vivienne frowned slightly, retracting her gaze.

The identity of this person was almost certain.

It was Delilah, who had clung to Abigail during their last encounter, inadvertently saving them.

Vivienne shook her head, "This isn't Abigail."

The unspoken understanding between them meant Percival caught on with just a few words.

the next body, this time uncovering

Vivienne immediately frowned.

a young girl still in

Certainly not Abigail.

gripped by immense fear before death. Vivienne inspected closer, her brows knitting together, "She must have been holding something." Percival looked and

something small, it was well-concealed in her

to pry

"Let me."

into the elbow's marrow through the cloth, then easily opened

but both Vivienne and Percival recognized

than it

expression darkened, securing the fragment on a tray, ensuring

did this end up

Vivienne remained silent.

was likely attacked from behind by Abigail, who

severe agony, the victim must have desperately clutched at her attacker's clothing, accidentally grabbing the already cracked Millennia Aegis fragment, holding onto it till death. Soon, researchers

was beyond

corresponding genetic profile

the

Draven, instructing, "Release the news about the Millennia Aegis fragment, say it's in

her order, Draven

would render the whole armor effectively useless, reduced to mere

Abigail's current whereabouts, Vivienne wouldn't

if she checked recent

folk to recover, the search area would be immense, easily alarming

genetic databases could only mean one of two things: either undocumented

than wasting resources on a search for someone capable of changing their appearance with special abilities, better to wait for her to take the bait. The bodies were sent to

was a form of solace, a true return to her family

arranged for Thomas to drive Vivienne home, while he headed to report to the

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