"Forgive me, brother," Clair said quietly under her breath before stepping forward.
"Hmm, did you say something?" Alm asked.
"Huh? Oh, nothing," the blonde replied. "I have decided, I wish to use the Altar," she stated firmly.
"Eh? I thought you told me a while back that you had reservations about it," Emma spoke up.
Clair nodded. "Indeed, I did, and part of me still does," she answered, "But ever since coming in here, I've been feeling drawn to the Altar, as if it's destiny that I should use it. Did you not see how the hermit looked square at me when he mentioned the 'path of the falcon knight'?"
"I didn't catch that at all..." Mae stated.
"Really? I thought he was looking at me..." Est said pensively. Her two sisters merely looked at each other, realizing that they too thought they were the subject of his gaze, not any of the others.
"Well, if you are certain that you wish to accept that risk, don't let us stop you," Celica stated supportively.
Nodding back at the queen, Clair turned towards the statue and walked up the stairs. Once she reached the center of the pedestal in front of the giant eagle sculpture, the Falcon Knight took to her knees and bowed her head in prayer with folded hands.
"Oh ancient Skylord, hear my prayer..." the blonde entreated silently. "If you deem me worthy, please grant me your strength."
Seemingly answering her prayers, a golden light shone down on Clair, obscuring everyone's view of her body as she began to feel a tingling all over.
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