Chapter 519 - Beneath the Waning Moon

The sky bled into shades of violet and indigo, the last glow of the sun swallowed by the vast horizon of the Wasteland. The rocky hill they perched upon stood like an island of jagged stone amidst an endless sea of shadow. Stars began to pierce through the canvas of night one by one, their pale shimmer glistening faintly above. The moon had risen too, though no longer whole—it bore a missing bite along its edge, waning steadily with the passing days. Its softened light draped the wasteland in muted silver, enough to see vague outlines, but not enough to offer comfort.