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.

this time

Vivienne immediately frowned.

belonging to a young girl still in

Certainly not Abigail.

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

holding something small, it

gloves, attempting to pry open

"Let me."

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

but both Vivienne and Percival recognized

other than it being

fragment on a

this end up

Vivienne remained silent.

likely attacked from behind

at her attacker's clothing, accidentally grabbing the already cracked Millennia Aegis fragment, holding onto it

was beyond

no corresponding genetic profile could

the fragment

the news about the Millennia Aegis fragment, say it's in my

order, Draven set

whole armor effectively useless, reduced to mere decoration. Vivienne wondered how Abigail

Abigail's current whereabouts, Vivienne

body; even if she checked recent

recover, the search area

could only mean one of two things: either undocumented or personally crafted

with special abilities, better to wait for her to take the

Delilah's ashes were returned to Cordelia was a form of solace, a true return to

Thomas to drive Vivienne home, while he headed

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