“… It has been a long time, child of Luna,” Decalane said.0

In the depths of the dream’s darkness, Deculein’s father—Decalane, a specter of the past—appeared. Fear gripped Epherene at first, but only for a brief moment.0

I don’t shake in fear anymore, and I’m not afraid to back down. I’ve learned to see myself for who I really am. My properties are Curios and Origin—talents so rare that most people would be lucky to have even one. Running away in fear would just be a waste of my potential, Epherene thought.1

“Come at me,” Epherene said, taunting as she took a stance for a magical battle.0

Pzzt— Pzzzzzzt—0

Sparks of mana crackled in the air.0

"You have changed. However, child, I have no desire to engage in a fight with you," Decalane replied with a faint smile.0

“Bullshit…”0

"Why don't we sit for a moment?”0

From the void of darkness, two chairs took shape, appearing as if they had always been there.0

"Sit," Decalane said as he stepped forward and lowered himself onto one of the chairs, then, with a simple gesture, he motioned to the seat across from him.0

“… What?" Epherene muttered, momentarily caught off guard.0

But Decalane remained calm, merely nodding as if to assure her that everything was fine.0

“… What kind of trick is this?”0

"This is no trick. I merely wish to have a conversation with you," Decalane said.0

“A conversation?”0

"Come, sit. I will tell you everything you...0