The moon casts a soft glow through the window, illuminating Johan as he sits at the table, surrounded by silence. The events of the day swirl in his mind like a whirlwind, and he can't shake off the encounter with the mysterious figure. He absentmindedly traces the edge of a silver coin with his fingers, lost in thought.
"I can't deny the allure of a Diamond card," Johan mumbles to himself, his expression contemplative. "The power it could grants tempting, for sure."
He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, as he mentally weighs the potential benefits against the unknown risks. He knows that with great power comes great responsibility, and in the wrong hands, even the most potent cards could spell disaster.
"If Miles can't awaken a card himself, then a Diamond card could be his saving grace," Johan muses, his mind a battleground of conflicting thoughts. "But what if it corrupts him? What if the price of such power is too high to pay?"
