Luna, her eyes now a chilling shade of blood red, raised her gaze to meet Lupus's gaze.
Her voice, usually so full of life and pique, now cold and indifferent, delivered her accusations like daggers, "You are no grandfather of mine. You caused my father to die and did nothing to prevent it. You made my mother suffer and become an outcast. All for a key which could end up destroying our world."
Lupus, unshaken, met her gaze with a solemnity born of conviction, "Or end up breathing new life into our world. Can't you see? Our world is dying, and it won't be long before the Hunters finish us off. They have continued to get stronger over the ages, while we have continued to get weaker. The emergence of someone like the Golden Prince himself struck terror into our world. Can you imagine if, in the future 2 more like him rise? Or 5 or 10?"
