Crimson gold fur and a monkey-like disposition.
The figure almost reminded Noah of the Bard of Quintessence, but when he locked onto its eyes…any possible similarity faded away completely.
Within those eyes, he saw the brightness that hid great pride and self-worth, unlike anything he had seen before.
The beings that the Faesinged Queen was so fearful of.
The beings that were scorched out of their records as not much information was obtained about them even as Noah perused these records again and again.
"Hello, Natives of this Omniverse. I am Protector Antonio bringing you the weavings of glory of the Commonwealth. How may we call you?"
"..."
The words were said with a smile, but Noah could feel their rigidity as if they had been rehearsed and said too many times before!
