'Mulora, I don't know if the experiment is flawed. My descendant is very weak, but only time can define how far he will go.
He looks more like his mother than me, but I don't see a problem with that. At least my genes will be able to live on through him...'
A sudden change in tone and content caught Minos' attention in the middle of the message.
'Soon I intend to go to... Sigh, you died in Dunov. I don't know why I still have this letter, Mulora. For some reason, I keep writing it.
But I feel that soon it will all be over. 80% of our world has been destroyed, and without the life energy, all beings of the 101 races will die... Our world, Ponvuter, will not survive, and it is only a matter of time before the rest of the warriors, and I join you and Esqen...'
The letter ended with what looked like a fingerprint made of blood.
