Sensing chaotic auras gathering, Elara tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at the setting sun. She ordered Wilson: "Be careful. Don't let some lord 'accidentally' take their Moon Glow Rings." Wilson, who had somehow found a straw to chew, was already on guard. "Relax. Until we get the money, anyone who touches these Turned is my enemy." One by one, blood shadows landed on the White Stone Plaza and took shape. They all first glanced at Elara, holding the black crow, then placed their right hands on their chests and bowed to the seven Andros ancestor dukes at the palace gate. Elara paid no mind to the hostile stares. She looked down, smiling softly, and stroked the tense Cinderaven. Feeling his stiffness, she gently kneaded his back. Cinderaven was shocked. He didn't deserve such "gent

