Moulin's brows furrowed, and his heartbeat quickened significantly. He did not dare to speak lest Calanthe could predict his excuses. Under her strangely oppressing gaze, he realized that she would drill the answers out of him if she must.
Moulin shifted and decided to face her without lies. His silver eyes lowered, "Deep in the ancient mountains of Corhan, lies a black gemstone in deep slumber. Awakened only when its fate has come to take it, holding the power of moon deities and the strength of giants. For eons, it has lain dormant, dreaming of its ascent back to the heavens. Like a butterfly within its chrysalis, it patiently awaits to take its true form."
Moulin hesitantly continued, "... No evil can touch it. It sears malevolence to its deepest core and vanquishes miasma. A rare crystal that thrived in regions where light and shadow met. Legends spoke of its dual nature, able to absorb darkness without succumbing to it while radiating energy in return."
