"This... how is this possible!"
David was stunned, his heart filled with shock and confusion.
Everything he had understood before now seemed so small and powerless in the face of this truth.
Lucia had knelt on the ground at this point, covering her face, with blood as radiant and sparkling as stars flowing from the corners of her eyes.
The intertwining red and gold seemed to speak of her pain and despair from the depths of her heart: "We are all... the Tomb Guardians..."
She muttered to herself, her voice trembling and low, like a hopeless fawn looking back into endless darkness.
"We have always been deceived, the information fed to us by the Church has obscured the truth." David slowly walked toward Lucia.
He felt an invisible force trying to drag them into a deeper level of unease.
"Our existence is to guard this secret from being disturbed by the outside, to prevent a greater catastrophe from coming."
