"God... Godfall! The Sixth Era still has other Benevolent Gods!"
Someone by the long dining table murmured, but everyone was compelled to avert their gaze from the figure at the end of the street, an entity not meant to be beheld by mortals.
A vast Silvermoon hung high above, as the blood fog swept back in. At one end of the dining table, the Deity met the gaze of the deity from the road's end in the long night.
Time seemed to stand still in that moment, the blood-red light interwoven with the light of the Silvermoon. The ground vibrated, and the wind howled as if even the world itself was uneasy.
"Silvermoon!"
A gentle voice arose in the minds of everyone still able to maintain consciousness, a deity under the silver moonlight pointing towards the sky, a dazzling Light Trace blazing from the fingertip; a momentary holy brightness scattered the blood fog covering at least half the city.
