The converging moons still hung in the night sky, but for some reason, they had turned deep red. It was as if the moon had been filled with blood, which looked both treacherous and beautiful. Bathing in the crimson moonlight, everyone suddenly had goosebumps.
Xiao Lin gulped. It was his first time in the New World and his first Single Moon Festival. When he saw the blood red moon, he consoled himself, thinking it might just be a regular occurrence during the Single Moon Festival. However, the moment he looked at the horrified expressions on everyone else, he knew that it was not true.
In the blood red skies, the sounds of dragon-eagles could be heard in the distance skies. They could vaguely make out a few teams of dragon-eagle knights currently engaged in battle with some skeletal creatures. It was obvious that the chaos in the palace was only a part of what was happening.
