The first casualty was claimed, and Eve was the one to do it.
Her face remained beautifully cold and expressionless.
Sophia, Tiffany, and Rico, lingering at the back, sensed it at that moment. Things were about to roll down the hill—and fast.
"Since they managed to get into formation, that means..." Arianne began, only to interrupt her own thoughts with a monologue. "They have a means to avoid Nina's curse?"
"Well... I guess?" Nina shrugged. "I mean, they wouldn't be able to form ranks unless that's true. The direction change from the curse doesn't follow a rule; it's completely random, after all."
"Oh, it might be this. I see all of them wearing this ring," Ria added, pulling it off the finger of a sleeping soldier.
None of them mentioned the General's death, almost as if he didn't exist. It was their way of trying to lessen Eve's burden, given that it was her first—no, second—time taking someone else's life.
But they could tell she was calm—calmer than ever.
