Inside a room in the Northern Quaramis Palace, Zaphyris Quaramis sat at a desk in the middle of the night.
She wrote a long letter whose destination only Zaphyris knew.
The pen danced delicately as the ink stained the paper.
"I'm done," she said, having spent a long time carefully writing down what she would express on the sheet of paper.
After a small sigh of tiredness, she handed her letter to a maid who was standing in a corner of the room while waiting for Zaphyris to finish writing.
"You know where to send her," he said without saying anything else.
The servant bowed and received the letter in her hands.
It's done...
Zaphyris thought after looking out the window at the stars.
I wrote him a letter, in which I finally told him everything that has been happening for three months...
The arrival of Lucius and his development, his unusual talent, his good relationship with the people around him, his honest feelings and those which are far from bad intentions.
Everything was written in order and with great care. Even the part where we find out about Lucius' origins through Aphril's singularity.
I carefully wrote down the predictions brought by Lucius about the fall of each kingdom; including the disappearance of the Kingdom of Atlas and its glorious power.
I described in detail and from beginning to end everything I saw, and also how I judged each new scene I observed at that time.
The Great Abyssal Demon King will return and be unstoppable. And unfortunately we no longer have an Imperial Hero God to save us... but all was not lost: now we have the arrival of the New Hero.
Lucius Quaramis.
That boy is actually a double-edged sword... it's just a matter of knowing how to use him for our ultimate purposes.
He is just an ignorant child, but we will train him to be a Quaramis.
I also mentioned my decision to make him my subordinate and part of the Quaramis' property, giving him a name and a place to develop as our ally.
It was all decided that way... as long as our family enjoys fame and power, it will be worth it...
All for the glory of Atlas and the power of the Quaramis...
She knew she shouldn't rush things, but her self-confidence was unshakable.
A sick feeling of dominating and controlling what is within your reach.
That was the true nature of Zaphyris Quaramis.
His smile and eyes shone with ominous feelings under the silent sonata of the fearful full moon.