Xavier… was blessed. Personally blessed.
Her lips parted slightly in awe, though she forced herself to remain composed before the gathering. Inside, her thoughts raced.
No wonder. No wonder he carried such impossible affinity. No one in this world possesses such a bond with the Moon. No one but him.
Her chest tightened, a holy weight pressing down on her. The Goddess of the Moon and Fertility had spoken to her — and Xavier was at the center of it all.
The nun closed her glowing eyes for a moment, a resolve hardening in her heart. 'I must proceed exactly as the Goddess has asked… whatever the cost.'
Her eyes opened again, still glowing like silver fire, the holy radiance lingering in her gaze. But then, faintly — almost imperceptibly — a blush spread across her cheeks.
'But the ritual… can I really do that?' The Goddess's command weighed on her mind, the meaning of it making her heart pound. Yet the divine voice was clear. She had no choice.
