The moon was already high in the sky. Richard left the Lord's Mansion soon.
On one side was the cold and warm moon, and on the other was the Crimson Moon.
Most of the residents had long gotten used to the existence of the Crimson Moon. They have adapted for a few months.
The two moons hovered in the air and were no longer something people feared.
Vale still pondered in the carriage over Richard's conversation with the Grand Duke of Solan.
He had witnessed how Richard slowly convinced the legendary figure with great prestige at the edge of the desert of death and finally stood firmly on the side of Twilight City.
The conversation between the two had even reached the height of a change in the situation of the Mortal Plane.
It took a long time for him to recover from his chaotic thoughts. He turned around and looked at the handsome side profile of the man who looked at the brightly lit street through the glass window.
