Ralph had dealt with the angel, and in Degonris, he had created a dreamscape where a bizarre moon, forged by Ralph himself, hung in the sky.
In the nights of Degonris, there was no light; the clouds above bore a sort of magic, eternally thick and unyielding. No light graced this land of vampires.
However, it was when Ralph used the power of the Giant Twilight Dragon to twist Degonris into a dreamscape, raising the moon into the sky.
The real world.
The dense clouds were savagely torn apart by a shadow that descended from the heavens, piercing through the clouds and plummeting into the center of a swarm of bats under the glow of the blood moon. The cloud made of bats was directly pressed to the ground.
The Legion of the Fallen reverted to human form, their eyes bloodshot, their faces a mix of surprise and terror, as they observed the center of the legion.
