The clouds slowly moved, vast masses of vapor crawling across the sky with ponderous intent, trying to cover the entire Crimson Canopy beneath their oppressive weight.
Under the crimson light of the burning moon, they looked... strange and devious.
The bloody illumination passed straight through them with ease, making the clouds appear as if they were filled with blood to absolute capacity. As if they were pregnant with crimson liquid, ready to spill it out.
Thunder strike, rumbled and painted the world in bright light that felt foreign to Ishiki who had gotten used to looking at everything through the strange Crimson illumination.
'Crap. Am I going Insane?'
He shook his head and then looked at the princess, who still looked in the direction of the Golden floating island which was now hidden behind the crimson veil of clouds.
That floating island was... perhaps the city or an entire Empire called Aethelburg.
