"So thou knowest who I am," Aerialia asked, narrowing her eyes at the bowing woman before her.
"Yes," the Princess of the Garden replied.
"Since thou already knowest who I am, introduce thyself... who art thou?"
The Princess of the Garden took a deep gulp.
She responded, "I am the Princess of the Garden, born from your blood, essence, and soul. Aerialia, goddess of the hunting moon..." The Princess of the Garden paused as though trying to rearrange her thoughts before continuing, "…I am you."
At that moment, an unnatural silence enveloped their surroundings.
Upon listening to the Princess of the Garden's words, Orion immediately stood rooted on his spot; his eyes fixated on the Princess of the Garden's stiff figure.
Meanwhile, Aerialia's expression instantly became cold as she stared at the Princess of the Garden. Her words were as icy as her expression as she parted her lips and spoke, "Tell me, who is responsible for this?"