The storm howled as it approached the ground, torrential rain crashing down.
The sound of large raindrops mixed with the howling wind, like tormented spirits, fell in the now sparser forest than decades ago.
Leaves were smacked down, and branches broken, droplets hitting faces so heavily it was like being punched.
Knights within the camp scrambled to put on their helmets, the rain beating on their armor and helmets, creating a chaotic and furious symphony akin to a madman pounding on drums.
And at that moment.
The "Flesh Moon," resembling a blood-drenched eyeball or a still-beating heart, suddenly plummeted.
—Like a comet, it struck the earth!
Initially small in appearance, the Flesh Moon grew larger and larger, visible to the naked eye.
"What is that?"
A knight exclaimed in alarm, "The moon... the moon is falling!"
"That's not the moon!"
Merlin reflexively spoke out, "That is 'Tyrant' Caligula!"
In the blink of an eye, it filled the entire night sky.
