"So… are they some kind of underground syndicate? Like a group involved in illegal human trafficking or the slave trade?" I ask, my voice hushed.
The moment Eris mentioned the Crimson Order, a dark, insidious image took shape in my mind—an organization lurking in the shadows, pulling the strings of a sinister world hidden beneath the surface. The way she gritted her teeth, the way her fists clenched at just the mention of their name—it only made my curiosity burn even stronger.
After all… she hated them.
She despised them enough to massacre those bastards without hesitation. Not a single one was spared.
"Yes, but they're far worse than just that," Eris replies, her frown deepening. A moment of silence follows as she gathers her thoughts, her eyes dark with something unreadable.
Then, finally, she speaks.
"Felicia, do you remember what I told you earlier about our two worlds—Terra and Faunae?"
I blink. "Huh? Terra… and Faunae?"
