The Silver Moon was once again devoured by the shadows and then set aflame.
The Crimson Moon burned brighter than anything in the starless sky. Flames danced across its edges in patterns, as if the celestial body was being consumed and regenerated simultaneously in endless cycle.
The oppressive, deep darkness retreated before that terrible light and let the world be illuminated by crimson radiance that painted everything in shades of blood.
All around the clearing, the forest came alive, the green leaves took the shade of golden that looked as if they were on fire, and the forest devoured anything that dared stay out.
Ishiki sat alone, at the roof of a wooden house. Observing the four people who had returned after the hunt and brought back a small withering beast with them.
And still one of them had his hand broken.
Ishiki sighed as the cold wind sent shivers down his spine.
'Another hunt tomorrow. Why can't these fools target something bigger?'
