Bloodlust has taken over.
Reason and sanity abandoned him as he fixed Haxel with a burning glare.
It was one thing to openly taunt him and another to attack him like this.
Above, the sun blazed brightly in the sky, and its overwhelming golden light was still able to penetrate the shroud of the Black Rift, albeit barely. It was still the sun's turn to shine—the moon was still somewhere else in that vast expanse, still drowned beneath the sun's radiance, hidden from sight.
Even if it had been visible, even if it hung directly overhead in the dead of night, it would still be normal.
It would have remained silvery and serene, offering its usual quiet comfort.
But the power of the moon was creeping. Rising. Biding its time to take over.
Most of the populace went about their lives in ignorance, unaware of the shift in the air.
But Rex felt it.
Deep in his bones, in the marrow of his being, he could sense its approach.
