"Ancestral master!" Laisa was in a panic.
She thought she was fully prepared, but the spiritual body before her shattered all her psychological defenses.
The terrifying apparition made her tremble, made her afraid.
"I have come to retrieve the Silver Moon Gem."
"It belongs to me, child. Noel gifted it to me as a token of our love." Diana hovered in the air, silver curls draped over her shoulders, noble and elegant.
'I need it,' Laisa thought to say, but the last sentence had drained all her courage.
Diana spoke again, "You are a descendant of Angus."
"Yes." Laisa was well aware of that history; the Prophet had mentioned it to her multiple times.
A Silver Moon Knight was commanded to escape through a secret passage with the newborn Angus, while Lord Noel upheld honor and perished alongside his domain.
"Last I saw him, he was still an infant, and now, he has fallen. My poor child, taken away from me right after birth." Diana murmured.
