Luna suddenly grabbed his hand, speaking earnestly: "It's different now. You have me, you have Zora, and Corbin, Rhys—everyone..."
"It's too late."
Kian Sterling's gaze was bleak, the phantom of ten tails flickering behind him for an instant. "These hands of mine are already covered in blood. Even my luck has fallen from purple-gold to crimson."
Seeing him like this, she felt a pang of discomfort in her heart.
"It's not too late."
She pulled Kian to the window. The afterglow of sunset poured into the room, bathing the two of them in golden light, as if gilding their figures.
"Do you see?"
She pointed at the blazing clouds on the horizon. "Even if you fall to rock bottom, the sun will still rise tomorrow. If luck can drop, it can rise again too."
In the yard, the little fox Zora was chasing after the baby phoenix, Lyra, shrieking with fear, 'cheep cheep cheep,' darting wildly around the yard.
