"Stop, this is not our world." A noble figure stepped out of the stone coffin, silver hair and silver eyes, the spiritual body after death also emitted specks of silver light, pure and radiant.
It was the Silver Moon Lord Noel, with noble character, rational and clear-minded, valuing honor, unchanged even after death.
"We have all become like this..." The Witch refused to turn back.
"Everything is over. My moon, I was uneasy about you before I died, so I have not left."
He was the Silver Moon Lord, the most powerful Silver Moon Knight.
He said he was worried about her...
She cursed secretly in the darkest depths of the crypt for a hundred years, and he accompanied her for a hundred years, right by her side, with two stone coffins standing side by side.
Now he was awakened, just as she was awakened by later generations.
