The Night of Overlapping Moons
Clouds veiled parts of the sky, making the night seem even darker.
"A member of the Gu Clan, you say?"
Paejon, who had led me into a secluded corner, spread his aura barrier before asking me.
I remained silent.
Seeing my lack of response, Paejon stared at me, unblinking. The meaning behind his gaze was simple—he wasn't going to stop staring until I answered.
How should I respond? No, that wasn’t the right question. My answer had already been decided.
