"What about us?" Quylla asked. "Are you really willing to abandon us forever?"
On the one hand, Orion wanted to stop Jirni as much as his daughters. On the other hand, he couldn't forgive himself for not having thought about becoming a Demon first.
"She would forgive herself and I wouldn't abandon you." Jirni shook her head. "I would just become like Trion and we could still see and talk to each other."
"It's not that simple." Trion would have liked to stay out of it, but Jirni had brought him up and he didn't want to see another family suffer. "You would be bound to Lith in Lutia. You wouldn't experience taste, sounds, and even light like you do now.
"Your skin would become cold and you'd never get tired or hungry. You would spend most of your time in a Void Sigil, regretting all the mistakes you've made and missing all the things you love.
"Like spending time with your husband. Talking to your children and being there for them when they need you instead of just when Lith happens to visit them. Are you willing to forfeit all this?"
Jirni gritted her teeth, torn between her feelings for Phloria and those for the rest of her family. For the first time in her life, there was no clear answer or devious plan to get what she wanted.
No matter what Jirni chose, she had to sacrifice something that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
"No, I'm not." Jirni turned pale as she spoke. "I can't give up on my life without the certainty of saving Phloria. If we fail, I'd lose everything and my family would grieve twice as much."
Everyone considered the possibility of losing Phloria terrifying, but they managed to keep it in a dark corner of their minds where they never looked. Hearing someone as strong-willed as Jirni say it out loud was the stuff of their worst nightmares.
She would never stop thinking and scheming until she found a way to make the impossible possible yet this time her despair was sincere. It wasn't just a part of her deception or a small step in a bigger scheme, Jirni really was helpless.
"Mom, Dad, the Royal Fortress armor could still help us big time. What do Quylla and I have to do in order to wear them?" Friya asked.
"I'm sorry, pumpkin, but you can't." Orion sighed. "Just like only Valeron's descendants can become rulers of the Kingdom, only those who carry the blood of the four finding pillars can wear the Royal Fortress armor of our households."
"Are you telling me that just because we are adopted, we are not real members of the family?" Quylla's eyes teared up.
First Tessa and now Tyris' artifacts judged her lacking because of her humble origins.
"It's more complicated than that, dear." Jirni hugged, Quylla, trying to calm her down. "Tyris gave those artifacts to Valeron's companions to ensure that their bloodline would survive.
"Without such a safeguard, someone might have forced their way into the family and taken them away. The First Queen designed them so that if one of our households disappears for whatever reason, her gift would disappear along with our bond with Valeron."
"What about the Queen? She's no descendant of Valeron or the four founding pillars yet she can use the Saefel set." Quylla asked.
"That's because she's married to Meron. The King imprinted the set first and that allowed Sylpha to share his imprint. If Meron were to die, Sylpha's imprint would fade away as well." Jirni said.
"I understand." Friya's words and tone didn't match.
She was livid, her body stiff from outrage.
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