The Will of the Divine Mysteries didn't respond. Instead, he tilted his head skyward.
Aurora followed its gaze. "Mother..." she whispered, her eyes widening in disbelief at the sight above her.
The sun dimmed and descended to the west, and an eerie blood-red moon, radiating a haunting crimson light, painted the sky as it rose from the east. In front of the moon, a baby lay cradled in soft, glowing light.
Yet, standing protectively between the moon and the cradle was Aerialia, clad in crimson armour lined with silver. The armour hugged her form tightly, her two radiant wings spread wide. Bands of pristine white cloth, resembling living bandages, moved around her body as though possessing a mind of their own, reminiscent of her usual attire.
