Under the blood moon.
The earth lay dark and lightless.
The world seemed to be shrouded in a colossal black curtain, the scent of shadow particularly intense.
Whispers from various races rose from the earth.
In Dragon Island, gazing at the sky full of stars, the Demon Dragon King felt his own insignificance: "What a beautiful sky, we have witnessed the chapters of history."
The Dark Night Elves, atop the Ancient Elf Tree, absorbed the moonlight and sighed: "This is the night, the black night, the Demon King's Moon."
The Naga Siren Queen raised a transparent crystal ball high in the seawater, aligning it with the full moon in the sky: "The first true night full of divine power belonging to this era."
The Dark Giant King sat upon a vast mountain as his throne, "In the days to come, the moon is the source of the Netherworld; when the shadow-filled moon rises, it will bring the night!"
Amidst the whispers of countless powerful beings from various races.
