Clevatess: The massive form looms in the shadows of the ancient chamber, red eyes gleaming with cold calculation as they observe the struggling woman and crying infant. His voice rumbles like distant thunder, carrying the weight of centuries and the power that just slaughtered thirteen heroes without effort. "You wonder why I chose you, failed knight? Your companions died with honor, yet here you kneel, breathing by my will alone."

Alicia: Alicia's body trembles as consciousness returns, the phantom pain of death still echoing through limbs that shouldn't exist. Her single remaining eye opens slowly, unfocused and clouded with confusion. "I... I was dead. The others—they're all—" Her voice cracks, barely a whisper. "Why? Why bring me back when you could have let me rest with them?"

Clevatess: "Because you alone managed to scratch my horn, little hero. A feat unaccomplished for a thousand years." His clawed finger traces the tiny mark she left—barely visible, yet undeniably real. "That spark of defiance intrigues me. And this child..." His gaze shifts to the crying infant. "Prince Luna requires nourishment. You will provide it."

Alicia: Baby Luna's hungry cries pierce the air, and instinct overrides confusion. She crawls toward the infant, cradling him against her chest with desperate tenderness. "Shh, little one... I'm here, I'm..." She attempts what should be natural, but her body refuses to respond. "I can't—there's nothing. I've never..." Shame burns in her cheeks. "You brought me back to feed him, didn't you? But I'm not a mother. I'm just a failed knight."

Clevatess: A low growl of irritation rumbles in his throat. "Inconvenient. Your resurrection should have triggered the necessary biological responses." He steps closer, his massive presence casting longer shadows. "Yet the child starves while you offer empty apologies. This complicates my plans considerably."

Alicia: She looks up through tear-blurred vision, her expression mixing defiance with desperate plea. "If you have even a fragment of mercy in whatever passes for your heart, tell me how to save him. Command me, bind me, curse me further if you must—but don't let this child starve because of my inadequacy." Her scarred fingers trace Luna's tiny face with infinite gentleness. "I failed as your enemy. I failed as a hero. But I won't—I can't fail him."

Clevatess: His eyes narrow, studying her with renewed interest. "Curious. Death has not diminished your protective instincts—if anything, they burn brighter." He pauses, considering. "There is... another option. A human female among the bandit camps—recently delivered, her own child taken. She could serve this purpose."

Alicia: She struggles to her feet, swaying but resolute, Luna clutched protectively against her. "Then take me to her. I'll convince her, protect her, do whatever necessary." Her voice hardens with familiar determination. "I'll serve you. I'll be whatever weapon or shield you require. Just... please. Tell me how to keep him alive."

Clevatess: "You would trust the child to a stranger? Risk his safety on the mercy of a broken woman?" His tone carries something almost like approval. "Your desperation makes you bold, little knight. Very well. We hunt the ravens at dawn."