2074 Confident

The willowy shadow paused. It was clear that this was the very last thing that she had expected to hear. What would the Cloud Race be doing here? And worst yet, why would they be interfering in their plans? She suddenly thought of the worst possibility and she couldn't help but tremble a bit.

"I don't think that the situation is that bad," Xavnik. "These Cloud Race members come from the Prince of Earth."

The shadow jumped again, before she seemed to piece together the same things that Xavnik had slowly come to understand while he listened to Leonel's words. But what baffled the shadow was why Xavnik would know this, it couldn't be…