Vivienne looked pale as a ghost.

Clearly, it was time to fast-track the development of the new bomb detector. They could not afford another incident like this.

But Imogen’s face was a tapestry of tension, and Vivienne noticed.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

Imogen shook her head, troubled. “No, there should be thirty-one… Yesterday, he found one…”

She reached up, touching the headband nestled in her hair—a gift from her beloved, cherished more than gold. Just yesterday, he had whispered to her with undying affection, “Your hair is your crowning glory, love. With this, you’re even more radiant.”

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Three seconds remained.

Tears welled in her eyes as she dashed out of the Ellington Mansion.

Vivienne and Percival had no time to react before a deafening explosion shook the air.

When the smoke cleared, only a shattered necklace remained on the ground. It was the token Richard had given to Imogen, a symbol of her acceptance into the Ellington family.

The bomb’s force had vaporized Imogen instantly, like a plane plummeting from the sky, obliterating everything in its path.

Vivienne and Percival were frozen. If Imogen had not acted on her instincts, they, too, would have been reduced to nothing.

Not far away, in a parked car, Isolde burst into tears. She had watched her beloved aunt vanish, her waterfall of hair gone without a trace.

Cecilia nestled into her husband’s embrace.

Out of all Flynn’s sins, Imogen was the most tragic victim—a solitary girl who vanished from existence without a last word, as if she had never been.

Vivienne stepped outside; the air still held a tinge of fire powder. She picked up the unrecognizable necklace and wiped it clean with her hands.

the car, addressing Percival, “We owe her

close, comforting her

and

Vivienne

nightstand, everything untouched. The bed

Vivienne approached, she noticed a hair entangled in

it between her fingers. Suddenly, her expression

strand, something felt

Percival approached, concerned at

placed both

the

from Flynn’s pajama was synthetic—a

Elsewhere in Rivenwood.

to GTO headquarters, stretching her neck

Flynn captured, it was time

Percival, we’ll meet again

there, they would have

Meanwhile.

body was nowhere

to pursue the allegedly deceased Imogen. But she could not risk exposure with a traitor still lurking within the Nine Mystics

trace of Imogen in secret. Report

“But Vivienne, isn’t Imogen

seeing her stern face, and

Vivienne’s brows knitted together.

GTO and her connection to F-Poison remained a mystery—perhaps someone

hidden her identity

finally uncovered the secret of Imogen’s feigned

bomb that exploded were real, but the person was

sophisticated projector on the Ellington Mansion’s

fled the Ellington Mansion before the explosion. The scene was a pre-arranged hologram, coupled with smoke from the bomb to create a brief visual blind spot,

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