"Shilla, my daughter. Are you sure about this?" Lesana asked as they sat at a table. "Because of our traditions…"
"I know, mother." Shilla smirked. "But this is not something I have to do. But something they need. This new race, the Spectres will need a guide. Their power is unmatched and you already saw their offspring is just as, if not more talented."
Lesana flinched. "Haa… yes. My granddaughter is only a newborn yet is somehow already channeling spirit and causing entire ships to short out. My Aphri Clan is having issues simply because of the offspring from our single encounter with that man."
"I also have a sense that we need to be here. The Aphri- no, the Centuria have to be represented when the information from the Mortella comes back. No one but you can do that." Shilla reminded her mother.
