«L-Lyon… what's happening…?»
Kimberly's voice shakes with fear as she moves closer to me, following my gaze out the window.
An eclipse.
Something I've never seen before stands between us and the moon—a sphere darker than the night itself. The darkness is overwhelming, swallowing everything around us. The faint glow of the small moon struggles to break through, offering only enough light to glimpse what lies beyond the glass.
«That's…» I mutter, my voice trembling. I remember so clearly the unease, the fear in Ayra's eyes when she spoke of it. «…the Dark Moon…»
«The Dark Moon? And what is that supposed to be?» Kimberly asks, confused and alarmed. «Neither my mistress nor any other familiar has ever mentioned anything like it! How do you even know this?!»
I can only assume Ayra let something slip, something I was never meant to know. Not that it surprises me much…
«In short, when the Dark Moon rises—»
