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Kamistella processed the information she had received for a while.
“The Black Knight… he is undead, his eyes are red… and it was about a year ago that we began to realize the threat of an invasion from the west. I’m afraid that all of this is nothing more than a cunning plan of the Haranian Empire. He can’t be alone. The Black Knight surely has hundreds, even thousands of Sorceresses behind him, not to mention the risen dead. And he himself is stronger than anyone in Asugah. This is war. I’m afraid we only have two options, and a solo victory over the Black Knight is not one of them. We can be helped either by the power of gods like Akonia or Arselia, or… by the Necromancers of the Haranian Empire, who are probably behind all of this. Both paths are questionable. The Necromancers cannot be trusted, and purification with divine help may kill us, given the nature of our curse. After all, you also gained dark powers after meeting the Black Knight, didn’t you?”
The Lunarian fell silent and suddenly suggested something unexpected.
“Maybe there is something important in your letter? You never know.”
Hope dies last.