In the frozen stillness, the Black Swan's lips moved slightly.
[Voice Transmission]!
"Iris," she whispered, her voice carried through the darkness, "I'm at my limit. I'll use my soul to cast [Eternal Night Guardian], putting Sophia into an absolute defense. But it will only hold until dawn. Can you finish this by then?"
Iris's faint voice replied, barely audible to anyone else.
"I will. Don't ask why. But I'm taking Mott with me.
"We are the last of the old Wolf Lords. This ship, the werewolf clan, should have sunk with the original moon five hundred years ago.
"For centuries, I've served as the werewolf priest, but I've long wondered why I'm still alive. It's been pain and suffering. But now it's over.
"When Sophia opens her eyes, she'll see the morning sun and fields of flowers. No werewolf will ever threaten her again.
"In this new era, werewolves and witches will both endure."
