Tears welled up in her eyes without warning, mingling grievance, release, and an overwhelming sourness.
Her sudden tears left the men at a total loss, all of them instantly panicking and about to comfort her.
Suddenly.
"Prove it to me."
Luna suddenly pulled out the Time Reversal Mirror from her system backpack, then tossed it into the air. "Look at it. After you finish, then talk about love."
The mirror suddenly expanded into a curtain of light, images flowing until they snapped into focus.
Twelve years ago, The Lower Domain, on the ruins of the former Wolf Tribe, behind the mountain.
A seven-year-old Mael Valerius was covered in blood, curled up in black Young Dragon form amidst damp piles of dead leaves, his scales dull and lifeless, his small body covered in wounds so deep the bones could be seen, blood gushing out relentlessly.
The once loyal attendant who protected him had long since perished during the pursuit.
