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.

Moving to the next body, this time uncovering a hand bone.

Vivienne immediately frowned.

belonging to a young girl still in her

Certainly not Abigail.

fear before death. Vivienne inspected closer, her

the girl was holding something small,

pry open

"Let me."

elbow's marrow through the cloth, then easily opened the clenched hand with tweezers.

and

any particular reason other than it being a

securing the fragment on a

this

Vivienne remained silent.

likely attacked from behind

the victim must have desperately clutched at her attacker's clothing, accidentally grabbing the already cracked Millennia Aegis fragment, holding

was

corresponding genetic

at the fragment for a

about the Millennia Aegis fragment,

order, Draven set

desperately sought Millennia Aegis, once incomplete, would render the whole armor effectively useless, reduced to mere decoration. Vivienne wondered how

whereabouts, Vivienne wouldn't

body; even if she checked recent missing persons reports, Abigail could easily hide

the search

genetic databases could only mean one of two things: either

of changing their appearance with special abilities, better to

to Cordelia was a form

to drive Vivienne home, while he headed to report to

higher-ups, the

two familiar faces, one tall and one short, eagerly anticipating

"Vivienne!"

"Vivienne!"

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