"Good," he murmured. "This is the first step. The ritual must hold. If we're able to gather the remaining pieces soon then we would be able to revive the moon goddess and then my wife… I can finally see her again."
I felt touched by his devotion to his wife
I looked at Lucas, his expression remained indifferent.
No one else knew. Not the court. Not any of the guards. Not even the royal advisors. Only the four of us knew that the Moon Goddess, was slowly dying.
The fragments of her divine soul were being shattered, and without them, her power and with it, the protection of our world was going to turn into destructive chaos.
This Kurd would be used together with the remaining to restore her essence.
The King turned back to us and placed the Kurd into a sealed case etched with runes older than any language still spoken. He closed the lid with care.
"I would keep this very safe until it's needed. But I'm curious to know.. Did the beast say anything?" he asked.
