You prayed in silence again in the Star Tower, bowing your head before the altar created to honor the pantheon that guarded the holy lands.

The room was silent, as it should be in a holy place where only those of imperial blood, distant descendants of the Star, one of whom wanted to become human according to ancient legends, could be.

Small white light balls floated in the air, forming a small replica of the constellations in the night sky, faintly illuminating the prayer hall at night. Statues of the gods stand majestically behind the altar, once carved by the finest sculptors of the Starlands people. Ancient artifacts lay on soft cushions under glass so that no one would be tempted to touch the powerful source of magic. The moonlight shone through the stained glass windows of the room, and the glass depicted mythological scenes related to the Stars and Gods, as well as the first Emperor. The light fell weakly on the altar and statues of the Gods.

The silver crown with the moonstone testified to your status as the heir to the glorious Astaire Empire. Therefore, such an important person like you needs a bodyguard who will not take his eyes off you.

Perhaps the gods heard your quiet words, or perhaps not, who knows? But they were heard by your loyal knight Charon, who never took his eyes off you.

"Your starry mercy, why do you ask this?"

He stood in the shadows, away from the small replicas of the constellations, watching your movements. As a knight, he understood that you had duties too, but... Never mind.

Death and loyalty, all for you.