There was almost nothing inside, just a flat stone surface broken only by an altar. On the altar was a rolling crimson moon.
Vale went outside again to look at the sky, and yes, the moon was still burning bright. Inside again, he saw the small moon rolling gently.
"Must be a fake moon," he said. But he couldn't take his eyes away. It drew him like a moth to a flame. He didn't resist as he approached, lifted his right hand with the Mark Order trembling, and gripped the moon.
As soon as he did, his eyes glowed, replaced by the crimson moon, and tears of darkness ran down his cheeks. He became aware. The moon was sucked into his right hand and became the red crimson mark in the middle of his Mark Order.
He understood some things then. Pieces of information flashed into his head. He had just claimed some kind of inheritance left behind by powerful beings. It was called 'Infernal Dominion.'
