In the crimson throne room of the Clan, Hecate frowned and rubbed her temples. A nerve popped from her forehead, anger seething from the depths of her heart. She had forgotten something so important.
It only took one flash of light.
Her life, her comrades, and her love was completely erased from existence. If not for the corona of the solar eclipse blinding her, she would have never remembered why she was so protective of the throne.
"The progenitor... My partner took care of that man. Why I was so adamant as the ruler of the Clan was because of that inherent instinct. It was as though the crimson throne was the only thing I recognized."
Hecate muttered to herself and clenched her fist. Although she had regained her memories, she hadn't forgotten the new ones. These two world views clashed against one another, too different and too stubborn.
