"You don't know this?" he tilted his head and asked, almost confused that I even needed to question him.
I didn't answer. Instead, I let my eyes drift toward the ice platform beneath him. It was melting faster now, the temperature had spiked, steam rising into the air as water hissed and evaporated.
Every second that passed, the platform grew thinner, less stable. He noticed too, and his face turned pale.
"Ahh—yes, yes, I will answer. Wait, wait. Don't let me fall. Uhmm… the emblem belongs to the faction I come from," he stammered, words tumbling out in panic.
"The Half Moon faction. There are three factions based on the three moons in our sky. Full Moon, Dark Moon, and Half Moon.
Each has a leader, but above them all sits the emperor, Staurn Max of the Max family. The emperor's bloodline is… it's like a bridge, a mixture of all three factions. It keeps balance. None of the factions dare to overthrow him."
