But, right then, a trembling voice could be heard. “Alex Rockefeller.”

The voice sounded very familiar.

There was a certain melody to it, and it was accompanied by a strong mental power.

It came from Daya Stoermer.

Alex Rockefeller looked in the direction where the voice came from, and he saw Daya wearing a thin, lavender-colored shirt. She still looked as stunning as ever, but much thinner than a few days ago. Her eyes appeared unusually large too.

Xyla Stoermer stood right beside Daya.

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