The explosions outside sent ripples across the placid lake's surface. Lunasia anxiously made her way to the circular stone clearing in the middle of the lake while carrying an injured individual on her shoulder. 0

Her anxiety spread to everyone present, and the albino children turned to look at her in unison.1

They gathered around and cast regretful gazes at the injured individual in Lunasia's arms. As they stroked the wounded individual's face, moths descended and engulfed the individual.0

When the wounded individual revealed a satisfied smile, the moths stopped moving, and a stream of information entered Lunasia's mind. The individual's memories and consciousness were divided into many pieces,...0