A veil of darkness surrounded the world. The moonlight tried to scatter away the darkness and partially succeeded. The light blue-colored moon in the night sky looked just a little away from reaching its complete form. The area was strangely quiet.
It had been days since the Demons started moving at night, and many Beasts had seen them. Everyone was scared of facing them. The Lizardman tribes had it worse. Many villages were wiped out, leaving no one behind. It was like an ancient curse was released, targeting the humanoid reptilians.
The situation is tense. It started to become a rule not to move around at night. Some beasts that prefer to hunt at night have started hunting during the day. No one dared to anger the spirits that roamed around at night. Rumors spread that shadows talk at night; many thought it was just a rumor until they saw shadows crawling through.
