"In the beginning, when darkness reigned supreme before the birth of Heaven and Earth, wielding solitude as its only companion. It was through the will of the One that the Darkness gave birth to the Light(Mythia) and Moon(Luna)."
Recalling the words of his Mother once upon a blue moon, Altair grimly stood before the three third-circle assassins without fear. Unsure what the emotion he felt at this moment. Anger? Despair? Joy? Melancholy? His chest was burning, but his heart was calm… calm as the very Vale he graced.
"Circle him and attack all at once!" One of the three commanded.
