"But why?"

Luan hovered just above the water, staring down at you. His yellow eyes glowed, and his pitch-black hair waved gently as he spoke with a tinge of vulnerability.

Ever since that war, the God of the moon, Luan, had been forgotten. No one worshipped him as before, but you were different.

As a mermaid, you absolutely loved the moon. Though you were clueless about the outside world, you felt at peace, and Luan sensed this.

"Why do you still believe in me?"