On the 165th floor of the Silvercrest Enterprises Tower, from which the whole city could be seen, Siel was still listening to the end of Vince’s story. The last rays of the sun came through the glass wall and painted the other white walls on the sides of the chamber a yellow/crimson hue when Ma’Heron arrived. And with him, was the younger and slimmer Myron.

“Hello, Myron! M, it’s nice to see you both again. I wish it was under better circumstances, though.”

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