"Shalla, Yana calm yourselves it is not death that has come for us but salvation." The young woman smiling with joy for the first time in months was Neve the young leader of the Lunar maidens or rather what little remained of their lineage.
While everyone else viewed her actions as an omen of their coming death she knew better, what was drawing close was not the brute who looked at her and every one of her sisters with abject lust and hunger but their salvation the one who they had been waiting for all this time.
"Salvation?" One of the children a girl probably not even ten years old asked painfully failing to understand.
"Yes young one, our fate has changed the Primordial Ice King has sent us a saviour." Neve turned around, showing her juniors the hope that returned to her eyes and the smile that was partially hidden by a sheet of thin muslin. Just this expression alone seemed to light up the darkness that enveloped the hearts of the lunar maidens.
"Salvation."
"His majesty."
