Dusk was soon devoured by dark, The Spirit Essence around them — Crystal shaped outgrowing from the earth, started to glow, giving the mix of voilet and purple. Sezel hardly kept himself awake, he sat with his back against the rough bark of the ancient tree. Beside him, Mari had long since surrendered to exhaustion, her small body curled into a ball, her breathing the only soft, rhythmic sound in the night.
The night shocked Sezel even more than anything else. He had expected the familiar, oppressive void of the Spirit Realm's starless canopy. But here, thrashing all his expectations, three brilliant moons burned with cold, spectral light.
He couldn't believe his eyes, the sky was a spectral scene, the moons and the stars glowing majestically in the dark, draping the land below in an ethereal cold light, casting long shadows.
