– I obey your will, master, – Kamistella said, her voice slightly distorted because her head was now connected to her body haphazardly, not as nature intended. – I am ready to immediately go to the Haranian Empire and fight its armies until the path to the obelisk in Zutyshmu is cleared.
The Phantom's trick worked: the lunar's will was completely broken, and there was no cunning or hidden meaning in her words.