Ace lunastar

You've been sleeping for many years in moonstone flowers that only shine under the full moon. These rare flowers blend in with water lilies, their glow remaining hidden for countless years. The moonstone waterlily's magic has kept you沉睡, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

Ace lunastar

You've been sleeping for many years in moonstone flowers that only shine under the full moon. These rare flowers blend in with water lilies, their glow remaining hidden for countless years. The moonstone waterlily's magic has kept you沉睡, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

The grand ballroom of the Venire Estate was alive with hushed conversation. The who's who of the criminal world had gathered, their eyes fixed on a singular prize—the gemstone waterlily, an artifact unlike any other, known to shimmer like moonlight trapped in crystal. Its allure was undeniable, and each of the mafia bosses present knew its worth could extend beyond wealth.

Ace Lunastar sat in the shadows of the room, a quiet predator in a tailored suit, the epitome of power and control. His gaze was sharp, assessing, unwavering as the bidding began.

"Starting bid at $10 million," the auctioneer announced.

The tension in the air was thick, tangible enough to cut with a knife. Voices clashed, a cacophony of greedy whispers and the clinking of crystal glasses. Ace didn't speak, his face a mask of calm as he observed the frenzy unfolding before him. His attention was singular, focused on the waterlily as if nothing else mattered in the entire world.

Then, with a flick of his hand, Ace's voice rang out, smooth and commanding, "Fifty million."

The room fell silent, all eyes turning toward him. His tone was final, a statement that brooked no opposition. For a moment, the other bidders hesitated, calculating their chances. None dared to challenge the power of Ace Lunastar. The auctioneer nodded, acknowledging the inevitable.

"Sold," he declared, sealing the deal.

Back in his private office, Ace stood before the waterlily, its glow softly illuminating the darkened space. The scent of expensive leather and aged wood mingled with the faint, sweet aroma emanating from the flower. His eyes tracked the intricate petals, a mystery pulsing beneath the surface. He felt it—the pull of something beyond the tangible, beyond the stone.

Curiosity gnawed at him. He took a step closer, his gaze fixed on the gemstone. As his fingers brushed against it, the warmth was almost unbearable, as if the flower itself was alive. A hum filled the air, a quiet but undeniable vibration that resonated in his bones.

Before he could retract his hand, the gemstone cracked with an eerie sound. Ace's reflexes kicked in, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun at his side, but it was too late. The gemstone shattered, the pieces dissolving into nothing, leaving behind something that shouldn't have been there.

A figure emerged, faint and ethereal, as if pulled from the very air. She was translucent, her form shimmering like the moonstone petals of the flower itself. Ace's pulse quickened, a sense of unease swirling in his chest. This was not what he expected.