"This form is strong because it's linked to my few happy childhood memories. That burst of light was out of the strong emotions that the good news gave me." The man replied.
"Those wandering souls have nothing left, that's why they are so weak. Remember who and what you are fighting for!"
Locrias had no lungs, yet he took a deep breath.
He remembered about the day he had been admitted to the Crystal Griffon Academy and then to the Queen's Corps. About the day he had met his wife and about the day she had proposed to her.
He thought about the day his daughter was born. Of the first time she had said the words "dada". Then, he dreamed of being there for her on the day of her wedding and walking her to the altar.
His whole body burst with new energy as the uniform of the Queen's Corps shapeshifted into an exact replica of the childish portrait that she had drawn for his birthday back when she was five years old.
