Myr, Aspect of Moonlight

“The Light of the White Moon calls upon you, little girl. Cease your prayer and pick up the sword.”

Marked by Fate,

Graced by the blood of a Wyvern and a Human,

And blessed by the Moonlight.

Amidst the ashes of burnt memories, Myr had one singular goal:

“Will I be able to save Mother if I take it up?”

The Moonlight looked down upon Myr with a smile.

“Only if you will it to.”

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