William shook his head, his hearing slowly returning after the deafening roar that had nearly destroyed him.
The moon loomed larger in the sky, its silver light dominating the heavens and blocking out half the stars. It seemed impossibly close, as if it were descending toward the earth itself.
But this was no cause for alarm to the world's inhabitants, it was simply the way of Full Moon Night.
The wind howled, carrying the scent of blood and decay across the battlefield, where corpses and broken bodies littered the ground.
William rose to his feet, his body covered in dust, his breaths ragged. He stepped forward, planting a foot gently on Sophia to keep her from crawling toward Iris.
Despite his disheveled appearance, a spark of determination ignited within him. His lips curled into a smirk, and for the first time, his spirit flared.
He laughed loudly, his voice defiant against the overwhelming despair.
