Iris's voice echoed with authority, a blend of wisdom and regret. "Witches are a high-level race with the potential to ascend into high demons. Their power surpasses even that of the werewolves, but such strength touches upon the taboos of the dark. The leader of the witches feared this power. To avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, the witches and werewolves united to cultivate hope; something to save both clans."
Mott's eyes burned with intensity as he replied. "We poured our resources, our lives, and our very essence into creating Sofia. Her name wasn't chosen lightly. It belonged to the young daughter of the original moon, a princess of the moon kingdom who died tragically. That name is destined to rule this endless night!"
Iris's voice softened. "Mott, isn't that enough? Isn't it good that she exists?"