Kira PoV
Sir Eizan scoffed as he flew at Hyona, his golden wings shimmering like liquid sunlight in the pale moonlight, each feather casting tiny shadows across the sand. "So Setsugen plans to become another Tyrant? His mother and mine, along with their comrades in arms, gave up their lives to defeat Serena and return freedom to Kuroriku!"
In an instant, multiple copies of Hyona formed around my husband like fractured reflections in shattered ice, encircling him in a deadly ring. Her voice echoed from all directions, calm and cutting. "Indeed, but Lord Setsugen saw the folly of his late mother's thinking—and that of the other Seven Hills. Their idealism led to this civil war and cost so many grief. So much needless suffering."
"You're wrong. It doesn't have to be this way. People can unite under common values, not fear!" I yelled, flying into the air.
