Catherine Vinton had no idea about the dangerous schemes these men were harboring. She only knew her precious daughter was heading into a deadly warzone at dawn, and it brought her to the verge of tears.
She didn't stop putting food onto Serena's plate.
"Eat a bit more, sweetheart."
"Who knows when you'll get a proper meal once you leave."
"I spent all afternoon simmering this soup, make sure you finish it."
Serena sat quietly beside her, obediently eating everything Catherine offered. "Thank you, Mom."
Old Mr. Lancaster sat at the head of the table. He looked as stern as usual, but his grip on his chopsticks was white-knuckled. "Serena, once you're out there, don't try to be a hero."
Serena looked up and offered a soft smile. "I won't."
Old Mr. Lancaster scoffed. "I don't trust that answer for a second."
Serena: "..."
Jasper nearly burst out laughing.
Leave it to Grandpa to see right through the bullshit.
The dinner felt heartwarming on the surface.
But underneath the facade, every single person at the table was waiting for a specific piece of intelligence to drop.
Halfway through the meal, Black Jack's phone suddenly buzzed.
She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting drastically.
Serena looked up. "What is it?"
Black Jack hesitated for a moment before sliding the phone across the table. "The latest update from Project Zero-Transit."
The lively atmosphere in the dining room flatlined instantly.
Serena picked up the phone.
On the screen, a block of cold, unforgiving text stared back at her.
[The Raven-Plume Pass is bound to a single identity.]


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