Monsters could only be faced by other monsters.
Luna truly believed this as she knew in the Ancient Times, there was an overabundance of Primordial Energy that created utterly terrifying beings.
In this Age, there was the exuberant Evolutius Energy.
An energy of change and adaptability as it was unknown just how weak or strong those born from it would be!
'Please…please!'
The Priestess closed her eyes and gave a silent prayer.
She thought of those she lost in the Catacombs to gain the Inheritance of the Moon.
She thought of the faces of her brothers as they looked towards her with smiles even as their bodies broke down!
And she opened her eyes right after as they carried a decisive light, their Warship approaching the skies of the Catacomb Entrance #2.
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A draconic turtle looked towards the figures of Achilles and Rose as its magnetic voice filled with dignity echoed out.
