While the Armand family stood atop the peaceful hill, the sky stretched wide above them, and the wind gently brushed against their.
The newly finished contract for Aria and Ari lingered in the air—soft traces of celestial power dancing around Liana and Gloria.
That's when Fransesca's gaze shifted—drawn instinctively toward the stone marking embedded at the center of hill. Her serene expression stiffened.
"…The markings," she murmured.
Garius turned to look, his expression growing tense.
The stone slab bore seven seals, carved long ago to represent each of the Celestial Spirits bound to the world.
The first, second, and seventh seals were glowing. But what stood out was the second seal—its glow was blood-red.
"Dear," Fransesca called softly.
"Yes... I know," Garius said grimly, his eyes narrowing. "The second one has already been devoured… by the first."
Javier furrowed his brow. "Wait, how do you both know that?"
