"So, what exactly is going on here?" Owena was still half-kneeling on the ground, rubbing her arm with one hand, frowning as she asked; the energy body's figure looking like it was made of platinum, her eyes with white irises resembling semi-transparent rings that occasionally hinted at her thoughts when they slightly contracted - she was clearly irked.
"The reason is quite simple," Brand grinned, his voice echoing playfully in the darkness. Suddenly, he raised his hand to Qian's back, pushing the girl who had been standing in the shadows with her head bowed to stand before him: "Lord Owena, you must have heard the legend of the Elf's Golden Apple?"
