[Back to the present]
The wind whistled between the sharp peaks, carrying with it the acrid smell of burnt dust as well as the metallic stench of demonic mana. Klein remained motionless on the rocky promontory. He observed Jasper, whose hair floated in the twilight. Jasper had just finished recounting his past within the Luna clan. He had spoken of the rigorous training his grandmother had imposed on him at the heart of Yggdrasil. After these confidences, a silence settled between the two men. Only the distant hum of unstable energy disturbed this apparent calm.
Klein looked away to stare at the horizon. In the distance, the silhouettes of monsters stirred in the gloom. Part of him respected the ordeal Jasper had had to go through to master his Moon Eyes, because this mutation had nearly broken him in the past. Yet his habit of speaking in a cutting manner did not disappear. He took a short breath, then dropped a phrase tinged with irony.
