Thump!
Morgana's frozen heart beat violently—each pulse echoing through her chest like a hammer against ice.
The feeling was foreign to her. She stood there, paralyzed, unsure of what to say or even how to breathe. The world around her seemed to blur for a moment, as if her own senses could not decide whether to fight or surrender to the strange warmth rising inside her.
"My promise to you has now been fulfilled."
Robin's voice sliced through the silence with a calm authority that carried weight far beyond the simple words. He clasped his hands behind his back and continued, his face composed and expression. "You once said that your purpose in life was to continue liberating the specter farms—that it was the very reason you still draw breath. I agreed to help you with that. But if you intend to pursue this goal while being under my command, then you must rely on this necklace."
