[Ravenfall: Hydra(luce), Leviathan(lev), Phoenix(ishaan), Griffin(veer), Valkyrie(avni), Cerberus(sayaka), Kraken(erik), Wyvern(raiden), Nymph(saira), Sphinx (dev).Others: Amber(isolde), Azure(damien), Chimera(elior), Basilisk(Vance), Pegasus(Sol)]
The hum of the cargo plane was a lullaby. Seats lined both walls, gear piled in the center. Every member of Ravenfall slumped where they could — helmets tilted forward, boots stretched into the aisle, weapons stacked in lazy heaps.
Hydra sat near the back, eyes half-closed, Silent Eagle is now someone else’s problem. Leviathan was out cold beside him, arms crossed like a stone statue, while Phoenix had somehow managed to sleep with his head tilted at a painful angle on Griffin’s shoulder.
Griffin muttered without opening his eyes, “If he drools on me again, I’m gonna shove him out the hatch.”
“Not even worth the paperwork,” Hydra replied dryly.
Up front, Azure leaned against the bulkhead, scrolling through mission data. Once the wheels touched down in Umbra, he clapped his hands once, sharp.157Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSAtoP9t2yV
“Alright, wake up. We’re back in my jurisdiction. And after a job like that… you’ve earned hot spring baths.”
Kraken’s tired voice cut in from mid-yawn, “Wait, did you just say… hot springs?”
Azure smirked. “Yes, Kraken. Steam, mineral water, the whole thing. Boys with me, girls with Nymph. Amber’s not joining — she’s got a meeting. Everyone else, move.”
COMA Headquarters — Amber’s Detour
While the others headed toward the leisure wing, Amber strode into the glass-and-steel heart of COMA HQ. The Apex’s office was as intimidating as its occupant — Elda Korugane, seated behind a desk of blackstone, eyes like molten gold.
Amber placed two secure cases on the desk. “Silent Eagle. And… SFD files.”
Elda’s gaze sharpened. “Interesting. Was the mission clean?”
“Efficient,” Amber replied. “Minimal complications. But the SFD file… it may stir questions.”
Elda tapped the case lightly. “Questions are useful. They keep people searching. For now, COMA will hold this.”
Amber inclined her head. “Understood.”
Phantoms in the Hall
Leaving the Apex’s office, Amber crossed COMA’s wide corridor and caught sight of a cluster of Phantoms — Umbra’s syndicate operatives. Unlike other leagues’ syndicates, these worked only for COMA. They were deadly, cocky, and too used to getting away with whatever they wanted.
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“Hey, Valgrave,” one of them called. “How was your first mission with the Heir?”
Amber’s eyes flicked to the target of the comment — herself, though most here called her by her given name when not on mission. She kept walking.
Another Phantom snorted. “What, no answer? Guess Heir’s not worth talking about.”
She stopped. Slowly turned. “Not interested in gossip.”
They laughed, but one stepped forward, voice sharper. “Just because you’re a Valgrave doesn’t mean you can disrespect your seniors.”
The air tightened. Then — smack!
Another figure appeared behind him, open palm still raised from striking the back of his head.157Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvrmft5pKyi
“Give respect, take respect,” the newcomer said coldly. “Or shut up.”
The Phantoms stiffened. Amber didn’t wait — she walked away, leaving them stewing in the sting of both slap and humiliation.
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and then Add to home screen.