The two Eternal Moons hung in the Eternal Night like solemn watchmen while their soft crimson glow draped the Abyssal Plains in a smooth, eerie radiance that was neither light nor shadow, but something in-between—a glow that never wavered since the birth of the Abyss itself.
From the highest sky to the deepest ravines, the Abyss breathed in tranquil darkness like always.
It was a night like every other until, without warning, the moons flickered just once. But just this single tremor of crimson light made the plains rumble, and many hidden existences rose from slumber.
Thereafter, the tranquility was shattered as a ripple tore across the sky, a wound opening in the fabric of reality, and the air vibrated as the darkness twisted.
The abyssal winds screeched as if fleeing from something far beyond comprehension, and then the entire sky began to bleed with light!
