Tears welled up in her eyes without warning, mingling with grievances, relief, and a deep sense of bitterness.
Her sudden tears left the few men around her at a loss, momentarily panicking, just about to offer comfort.
Suddenly.
"Prove it to me."
Luna Sutton abruptly took out the Time Reversal Mirror from her system backpack and tossed it into the air, "Look at it, then talk about love after watching."
The mirror surface expanded into a screen of light, the light screen swirled, suddenly becoming clear.
Twelve years ago, The Lower Domain, at the original site of The Wolf Tribe, the back mountain.
A seven-year-old Mael Valerius was covered in blood, in his black Young Dragon form, curled up in a pile of damp dead leaves, his scales dark and dull, his small body covered in wounds, some so deep they exposed bone, bleeding profusely.
The loyal servant who once protected his master had long since died during the pursuit.
