The grey moth gently touched Ronan's finger with the antenna on its head, then flapped its wings and flew forward.
Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he stood up from the Golden Throne.
"Oiris, you may leave now, you're not needed for the time being."
The Ancient Thunder Eagle grumbled a few times, transforming into a thunderbolt and leaving with a "buzz".
Ronan's eyes were only on the mysterious moth, and he followed it closely, watching it fall continuously from the sky like a thin dry leaf.
Finally, the grey moth landed on a small wild white flower on the ground and stopped moving entirely.
Ronan raised his eyes, surveying the surroundings. It was an endless wilderness, quite a distance from the gathering place of Selena and the others.
He didn't know what to do next, but since the prophecy had been issued, he had decided to act and could only wait.
The sun rose and set, and three days passed.
