"Our situation just keeps getting worse, doesn't it?"
Lilith muttered with a weary sigh. A few strands of her crimson hair swayed across her face as she leaned back in her chair, her emerald eyes narrowing in thought.
"The last I heard of a Lunar Moth was when you told me about those eccentric travel companions you met on your way back to your village."
Damon remained quiet.
Beside him, Renata gently rocked Godric in her arms, humming softly as the child slowly drifted to sleep. They were gathered inside a large stone chamber deep within the Tomb of Lesser Gods.
The stone chairs surrounding them weren't part of the original structure.
Damon had ordered them carved and placed there himself, making sure they matched the ancient aesthetic of the tomb. Along with several other improvements, the once desolate chamber had become something resembling a meeting hall.
Unfortunately...
No amount of renovations could solve the problem before them.
