Apollo and Artemis reappeared on top of the clock tower in the center of Azte, the highest building within the capital city, apart from the imperial palace towers. Artemis watched the sleeping city with the eyes of a hunter, her thoughts were on the meeting of the future hero of Afasia. Apollo on the other hand couldn’t help but feel like the mortal Luna Hysi seemed familiar.
“Hey sis, don’t you think Luna Hysi feels familiar?” Apollo asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, the way she spoke to us, the way she looked at us and even how it felt to be around her. It feels really familiar. It feels like I was talking to… Nyxtriel.”
“There had been no news that Nyxtriel is in the mortal realm.”
“Nyxtriel is missing Arty, there will be no news about her. Who knows, maybe she’s hanging around here like her sister.”
Artemis suddenly hit her younger twin brother on the head which made the latter yelp.