On a new‐moon night beneath the thick fog of the slum district Karthun—a place steeped in the scent of old blood and an atmosphere filled with despair, resignation, and selfishness—the silhouette of a young, chained man covered in filth dragging his feet emerged among the shadows of ruined buildings and streets caked with mud. His red eyes showed a dull gleam that betrayed a contained ferocity.
It was Tomas Silver, though to those who had him chained, his name meant little or nothing at all. To them, he was nothing more than a slave, used like a hunting dog for the Order of the Blood Moon—one of the most feared organizations on the continent of Kareshia.
Assassin 1: (Pulling on the chains with enough force to make him fall)
"Move, trash!"
Tomas crashed heavily to the ground; the impact jostled his already aching bones and tore open the wounds inflicted by his captors. He did not cry. He did not beg. He had learned from childhood that in the slums, tears only served to feed the predators.
Assassin 2: (Mocking him while kicking him as he hit the ground)
"This is the famous 'Silver Wolf'."
The assassin of the Order of the Blood Moon amused himself by kicking Tomas and thrusting his spear into the young chained man's back, further tearing his skin and worsening his wounds. The warmth of his blood flowed and stained the captors' robes. Annoyed by the stains on his garments, the assassin struck the young man's face until his companion intervened, reminding him that they needed the boy alive.
Assassin 1: (Irritated, looking at his companion and replying)
"Idiot! Don't overstep— we need as many subjects as possible for the next project."
The assassin who had attacked young Tomas halted at his companion's words and hoisted the battered boy up to carry him back to their headquarters, continuing to sneer at him as they went.
Assassin 1: (While watching Tomas, he comments)
"It seems he killed five men with his own hands when he was barely eight years old. He'll be a specimen with potential for this project, little 'Silver Wolf.'"
Tomas did not answer. His eyes, despite his battered state, still shone with determination as he gazed down the road ahead. The narrow, filthy streets of the lower district lay empty—as if the world itself had stepped aside to avoid witnessing his humiliation. But he remembered. He remembered the day they had hunted him down like an animal, when his strength—his only advantage—had become his curse.
The assassins arrived at the meeting point with their group leader. Unlike his subordinates, he did not wear a mask; he was a tall man with a scar crossing his face.
Group Leader: (In a calm, indifferent tone)
"Don't delude yourself, boy."
"To the Order, you are nothing more than a tool. And tools, when broken, are discarded."
Tomas clenched his fists, feeling the chains biting into his flesh. He was no philosopher or dreamer. He knew his life was worth no more than the mud beneath his feet. Yet he also knew something else: even mangy dogs bite when cornered.
The assassins gathered all the young captives and led Tomas through a tunnel under the slums that connected to one of the Order's headquarters. As Tomas entered the headquarters, he made out a large number of symbols on the walls glowing with a reddish hue—runes that both illuminated the space and served as surveillance. In the air, he detected a peculiar scent of herbs and burnt metal. Upon reaching the center, he could see high above a dark banner bearing in its center a bleeding Moon and a dagger seemingly responsible for that sight.
Noticing all of this, Tomas thought that this organization was not merely a band of assassins—it was a structured cult with hierarchies and rituals.
From the top of a tower, a silhouette could be seen. The men dragging Tomas—like a mangy dog—looked upon that figure with an air of fear and respect, waiting on their knees for his slow descent.
When the figure finally reached the same level as the captured youths and the assassins, they began addressing him with utmost reverence.
Group Leader: (Still standing, his gaze lowered to avoid eye contact)
"Master Crescens Rutilus. Lord of the Waxing Moon. It is an honor to be in your presence."
Crescens Rutilus: (Looking on with disdain)
He spoke in a dejected tone, then after a small sigh, his aura—the Nivora, the energy drawn from the soul—began to radiate, imposing a heavy pressure in the air. Several of the youths immediately lost consciousness, and even the assassins who had brought them began to struggle for breath.
Group Leader: (Disconcerted by what was happening)
"Ugh…"
He exhaled a shaky sigh, and in the scene the only ones still standing were Crescens, the group leaders, and the assassins under his command; all the youths lay on the ground, with only a few hundred remaining conscious out of thousands.
As everyone caught their breath, Crescens looked on with disappointment. When his gaze fell on the group leaders, the atmosphere grew even tenser.
Crescens Rutilus: (In a calm, cold tone)
"Take those who are unconscious to the rites area, and bring the rest to the training zone so we may begin."
Tomas watched as they dragged off all the unconscious ones, his alertness heightening at the mention of a ritual area. He knew that, whether he liked it or not, he would have to struggle to stay alive by following this organization's orders.
Tomas Silver (thinking):
"That fellow, Crescens—his aura is unbearably heavy and powerful. Yet I don't believe he is the true leader of this Order. What leader would take the time to come alone just to observe a handful of children? Even so, that means there is someone even more powerful than him in this Order."
As he continued walking with difficulty—still reeling from the pressure inflicted by Crescens and heading toward the training area—Tomas noticed a stronger, pungent smell growing in intensity.
Before reaching his destination, he caught sight of a peculiar, macabre five-story tower wrapped in a sinister energy. His instincts warned him to stay away, yet in his current state and situation, he knew he could do nothing but obey. Moreover, he was surprised to see a dark elf dressed in attire of a higher rank than those who had captured him—and the elf wore an unsettling, smug smile.
Squad Leader 1: (In a mocking tone)
"Welcome! It seems you've already received a warm greeting from Master Crescens. Ha ha ha…"
After laughing, the dark elf began to introduce himself.
"Allow me to introduce myself: I am Lyrion, leader of squad Lyrion. My mission is to supervise this project."
While introducing himself, he observed everyone who had arrived. Despite his smile remaining, his gaze betrayed a profound indifference to everyone's plight.
"You will all take part in the latest plan of Master Erebos Lunargenta, Lord of the Full Moon. This project is designed to create the finest assassins for us."
Lyrion (Squad Leader): (Pointing a finger toward the imposing five‐story tower)
"Your training will take place in that tower, and your survival will be your achievement."
With a serious tone, he began explaining the first floor of the tower:
"On the first floor, gravity is increased to twice normal, and there are deadly traps. The oxygen level is one-third of that found outside, and aside from the provisions provided, there isn't much variety in food."
Noticing the atmosphere growing even tenser, he lightened the mood with a chuckle.
"Ha ha ha… Don't worry; you still have rats and insects to eat."
Switching back to a more serious tone, he continued:
"Even so, to advance to the next level, you must pass a small test."
After finishing his explanation, Lyrion allowed them a short rest before the group leaders escorted the youths toward the tower. The moment they all stepped through the entrance, they were immediately affected by the increased gravity. Tomas, too, suffered from the gravitational pull, yet he pressed on with little difficulty—as compared to the pressure exerted by high command Crescens, this was nothing. He also noticed the multitude of runes inside the tower that appeared to form a grand formation. He realized that the interior's dimensions did not match what was visible from the outside, and as he advanced, he gradually adapted to the low oxygen levels and increased gravity.
With his first steps, Tomas sensed a hint of danger—one of the traps Lyrion had mentioned.
Time passed, and Tomas grew accustomed to the environment on the first floor of the tower. Once his rations ran out, he survived by devouring rats and insects he found along the way, all the while avoiding every trap.
The tattered clothes he had arrived in were gradually replaced by those taken from other youths who had already died, those with bodies similar to his. He simply lived a survivalist life until he became used to this environment.
Four months had passed since Tomas and the other youths entered the tower. One day, Tomas spotted a set of stairs leading to the upper floor, but he noticed a massive red wolf roaming nearby—a beast roughly the size of a rhinoceros—that appeared with the corpse of a young man clutched in its mouth.
Tomas decided to attack the beast while it was feeding, seeing it as his only chance to overcome something of such magnitude.
Tomas leaped swiftly through the wolf's blind spot, attacking from behind. The wolf instinctively evaded the blow and released its prey, sensing that the one before it was dangerous.
Tomas (thinking):
"Damn, I thought I had it with that attack. I must be even faster."
There was no time for Tomas to dwell on his thoughts given the situation. Meanwhile, the wolf fixed its gaze on him, eyeing him as a new prey—but with caution.
Wolf: (Howling at Tomas to assert its pride as a hunter)
"Auuuuuhhh!"
Tomas stayed alert and carefully watched the direction of the wolf's front paws to predict where it would strike. His observation paid off, as he saw the attack coming from the right and managed to dodge it, throwing dirt into the wolf's eyes as he leaped to evade. Noticing its disadvantage, the wolf tried to flee, but Tomas caught an extra burst of momentum in a leap, managing to mount the wolf's back. In its desperation, the wolf thrashed, trying to throw him off, but Tomas held fast to its fur. The struggle continued until the wolf was completely exhausted; though Tomas was also tired, he brought his arms up toward the wolf's head and, with the strength he had left, twisted its neck, defeating the imposing red wolf.
After the exhausting battle, Tomas lay spent on the ground. But before he lost consciousness from sheer exhaustion, he approached the wolf's corpse and used it as a makeshift cloak so that he might rest.
When he awoke, the first thing he did was skin the wolf, intending to use its meat and hide on the next floor of the tower.
All that had happened was observed by Lyrion, who was visibly astonished by the scene—he had expected it would take at least a year for anyone to conquer the first floor. Thus, the surveillance over Tomas intensified, for they saw in him the potential to become a new squad leader or even a member of the council (a "Moon"), just like Crescens or Erebos.
Ascending the steps to the next floor, Tomas began to notice that his body felt even heavier and his breathing more labored. Once he managed his first steps on the second floor, a sudden voice was heard—it was Lyrion's, seemingly entertained by the whole situation.
Lyrion: (In a cheerful tone)
"Well done, kid; you've conquered the first floor of the tower, and that calls for a reward."
In a mocking tone, he explained what the second floor entailed:
"On the second floor, gravity increases to five times normal, and the oxygen level remains the same as on the first floor. Although there are no traps, your survival against the beasts that roam there—and your ability to distinguish poisonous plants from edible ones—will determine if you can advance to the next floor."
After his explanation, Tomas continued on his way, gradually adapting to the new level of gravity.
Over the ensuing weeks, Tomas developed a resistance to poisons, having eaten all kinds of plants and even feasted on the beasts he killed—among them, venomous creatures. His strength and agility increased by leaps and bounds as he gave his all to survive.
Months passed, and Tomas finally found the stairs to the next floor. He prepared himself to ascend, expecting to face yet another colossal beast, only to be surprised by an individual dressed in the Order's assassin attire. Cautiously, he approached, and when he reached a certain distance, the floor itself began to glow with runes that teleported both Tomas and the assassin.
From a distance, Lyrion's voice was heard.
Lyrion: (Excited)
"From now on, all survivors will face the same test."
Lyrion took a breath before continuing,
"You must assassinate the Order assassin before you. I hope you're now stronger than they are."
After Lyrion's announcement ended, the assassin in front of Tomas slowly advanced while removing his mask.
Assassin 2: (Confidently)
"Did the little pup come back for more? This time I won't hold back."
Tomas quickly recalled his opponent's voice and a smile played on his lips—the first smile he'd shown since entering the tower more than three years ago—as he toyed with the bone-made blade he had fashioned.
"Perhaps I should introduce myself, since at the very least a hunter ought to announce his name to his prey, isn't that so, my little mangy dog?"
Even as the assassin continued his taunts, Tomas remained alert to his every move.
"Remember this well, pup: your executioner's name is Drakar."
Immediately after introducing himself, Drakar attacked swiftly with his throwing daggers. Tomas managed to evade most of the blows with calculated movements, sustaining only minor wounds.
Drakar: (Mocking with laughter)
"You're still the same pathetic orphan!"
Tomas: (In a low voice, wiping his blood with a finger)
"It's remarkable that such a remark comes from someone who attacks from afar… pathetic orphan, isn't it?"
Drakar grew overconfident as the battle wore on, for although Tomas was accumulating wounds and beginning to bleed profusely, he also noticed something odd: the more time passed, the more frequently Tomas evaded his attacks. Step by step, Tomas was gaining ground and even began to mimic Drakar's earlier dagger technique, managing to wound him.
Drakar recalled his group leader's words.
Group Leader (recalling):
"Drakar, an assassin must not depend solely on his weapons and skill. You must use your ingenuity as well."
Drakar began to sweat; his breathing became labored, and remembering his leader's words, he grew impatient. Switching to his dual blades for a more direct confrontation, Tomas then took his distance and hurled his dagger toward Drakar. Drakar used his Nivora to envelop his arm in energy—knowing that his rapid movement wouldn't let him completely avoid the projectile—but he did not notice that Tomas's thrown blade had a rune inscribed on it which, upon contact, released a small explosion. The blast slightly damaged Drakar and left him disoriented—a moment Tomas exploited. Having previously saved one of Drakar's thrown daggers, he now drove it through Drakar's neck.
Tomas (whispering):
"Tears feed the predators… Thanks for the lesson."
Exhausted and injured, Tomas exhaled a great sigh, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from his back—more than a test or vengeance, the fight had been something he needed to prove to himself that he could control his own destiny.
After regaining his composure, he searched Drakar's corpse for any recovery potion or medicine that might aid his injuries. Finding something useful and recuperating, he then heard Lyrion's voice once again, who had observed the entire battle with great anticipation regarding Tomas.
Lyrion: (In a cheerful tone)
"I hope you liked my gift. I knew you'd be the first to arrive, which is why the first assassin we set as your test was Drakar. Tell me, how did you feel after killing him?"
Tomas heard Lyrion's words but ignored them as he advanced to the next floor. After the combat ended, Tomas was once again teleported to the location where he had been.
Arriving on the fourth floor, Tomas noted that gravity was even stronger than on the third floor. Yet he couldn't see anything around him—everything was completely dark—and unlike the previous floors, Lyrion's voice did not explain what the fourth floor would entail.
He also sensed that his senses were somewhat disoriented, as the environment felt dense; he noticed a surrounding fog with a peculiar odor, and as he advanced, he kept colliding with walls arranged like a labyrinth.
Tomas: (Cautiously)
"This is very strange."
He proceeded carefully, unable to trust his senses—he heard sounds coming from all directions simultaneously and, due to the darkness, could not rely on his sight.
Lyrion, however, could see everything thanks to his special night vision, and he amused himself by watching Tomas struggle—bumping into walls and falling into the simplest traps.
Several months passed since Tomas had taken his first step on the fourth floor. Turning a corner, he spotted a small light and moved immediately toward it, only to find that he had reached a room filled with mirrors. As he passed through, the density of the fog increased to an overwhelming level, and the runes on the mirrors projected illusions of his past.
They showed him how he used to steal in order to feed himself, and how when caught he was beaten mercilessly, living in areas littered with the corpses of children who died from malnutrition and poor health. They revealed his remorse for being unable to help those children. He remembered how he had killed two men who attacked him while drunk, and how after their deaths his life took on a violent nature as he began attacking those who looked down on him.
These memories sowed doubt in him about whether he was truly different from those who had abducted him and now lived as assassins.
Tomas (internal thoughts):
"Am I really different from these types…? Why did I kill Drakar? Was it because I wanted to, or just for the test?"
As Tomas's doubts surfaced, Lyrion entertained the spectacle before him—but he was taken aback when he saw Tomas rise. With a deep breath, Lyrion released his energy (Nivora), dispersing the surrounding fog, and began to advance. Beyond that room, he found the stairs leading to the next floor.
Ascending the steps to the next floor, Tomas noticed that his body felt increasingly heavy and his breathing grew more labored. Once he managed his first steps on the second floor, a sudden voice—Lyrion's, again—cut through the air, this time sounding more playful.
Lyrion: (In an upbeat tone)
"Good job, kid. You've made it past the first floor of the tower, and that calls for a reward."
With a mocking tone, he explained the details of the second floor:
"On the second floor, gravity has increased to five times normal, and the oxygen level remains as it was on the first floor. Although there are no traps, your survival against the beasts in that area—and your ability to distinguish poisonous plants from edible ones—will determine if you can move on to the next floor."
After his explanation, Tomas continued on, gradually adapting to the new gravitational level.
After several weeks, Tomas had grown resistant to poisons—having consumed all kinds of plants as well as the flesh of the beasts he hunted, including venomous creatures—and his strength and agility soared as he fought with every ounce of his being to survive.
Months passed, and Tomas finally discovered the stairs to the next floor. He prepared himself to ascend, but upon arrival he noticed that others had already reached the area and were battling a colossal beast. The fight was fierce, with many people engaged against the creature—a massive wild boar-like beast whose tusks had already pierced the body of one of the fighters.
In the end, only two members of the group survived, both rendered unconscious. Tomas skinned the beast that lay sprawled on the ground, extracting its hide and meat, and then carried the survivors on his back up to the third floor. As the gravitational force increased further, the survivors began to stir awake.
Though surprised by their predicament—being carried on the back of a stranger—they were too exhausted to do anything.
Young Man 1: (In a tired tone)
"Who... who are you?"
Tomas answered the young man in a relaxed tone:
Tomas:
"Don't worry; consider this journey a payment for giving me a great show."
Young Man 2: (Somewhat confused)
"You watched our fight and did nothing."
Tomas: (Calmly)
"That's right. Don't take it the wrong way, but I had no reason to interfere."
The first young man hushed his companion from asking further questions—though they disliked their situation, they lacked the strength to do anything. It was better to let Tomas take them to the third floor so they could then go their separate ways.
They reached the third floor and once more Lyrion's voice rang out, explaining the nature of this level:
"On the third floor, gravity increases to ten times normal, and the oxygen level returns to normal; however, temperature changes become more abrupt and severe, and the beasts that roam this floor are even more dangerous."
Tomas, now more accustomed to such situations and the increased gravity, continued on. After shedding the hide and meat of the beast that resembled a wild boar, they parted ways. Nights passed, and the sudden temperature swings affected Tomas far more than the increased gravity—chilling winds cut like razor-sharp blades. Consequently, as he hunted beasts, he used their skins for warmth, and when abrupt temperature changes occurred, he had to carefully manage his reserves of fluids, which he stored by collecting the blood of his prey along with stagnant water he could find.
At this point, beasts were nothing more than food to him, just as the poisonous plants were no longer a threat. A year and a half passed on this floor until he finally discovered the stairs to the fourth floor. Expecting to face another gigantic beast, he was surprised to see instead an individual dressed in the attire of an Order assassin. Cautiously, he approached, and once he reached a certain distance, the floor itself began to glow with runes that teleported both Tomas and the assassin.
And from afar, Lyrion's voice could be heard.
Lyrion: (Excited)
"From now on, all survivors will face the same test."
Lyrion paused for a breath before continuing,
"You must assassinate the Order assassin before you. I hope you're now stronger than they are."
After Lyrion finished his announcement, the assassin in front of Tomas slowly advanced while removing his mask.
Assassin 2: (With confidence)
"Has the little pup come back for more? This time I won't hold back."
Thomas quickly recognizes his opponent's voice and a smile forms on his face—the first time he has smiled since entering the tower with his scar-covered body. He plays with the bone-based blade he had crafted.
"Perhaps I should introduce myself—after all, a hunter should at least give his prey his name, shouldn't he? My little mangy dog."
Even as the assassin continued his mockery, Tomas remained watchful of every movement.
"Remember this well, pup: your executioner's name is Drakar."
Immediately after introducing himself, Drakar attacked swiftly with his throwing daggers. Tomas mostly evaded the strikes with his calculated movements, receiving only minor wounds.
Drakar: (Mocking with laughter)
"You're still the same pathetic orphan!"
Tomas: (In a low voice, while cleaning his blood off with a finger)
"It's amazing that such words come from someone who attacks from afar—a pathetic orphan, isn't it?"
Drakar grew cocky as the battle continued. Although Tomas was accumulating wounds and beginning to bleed out, something peculiar caught his attention: the longer the fight went on, the more frequently Tomas managed to dodge his attacks. Step by step, Tomas was gaining ground, even using the very daggers Drakar had thrown earlier by imitating his technique and managing to wound him.
Drakar recalled the words of his group leader.
Group Leader (in memory):
"Drakar, an assassin must not rely solely on his weapons and skill. You must use your ingenuity as well."
Drakar began to sweat; his breathing turned ragged. Remembering his leader's words, he grew impatient and switched to his dual blades for a more direct confrontation. Tomas, however, maintained his distance and hurled his dagger in Drakar's direction. Drakar used his Nivora to envelop his arm in energy—since his rapid movement wouldn't allow him to completely avoid it—but he failed to notice that the blade Tomas threw was inscribed with a rune that, upon contact, released a slight explosion. The burst damaged Drakar somewhat and left him disoriented—a moment Tomas exploited. Having previously kept one of Drakar's thrown daggers in reserve, Tomas drove it through Drakar's neck.
Tomas (whispering):
"Tears feed the predators… Thanks for the lesson."
Exhausted and wounded, Tomas exhaled a long sigh, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from his back; for him, the battle was not merely a test or act of revenge, but something he needed to prove to himself that he was in control of his destiny.
After his breathing normalized, he searched Drakar's corpse for any recovery potion or medicine that might help his injuries. Finding something suitable and recuperating, he then heard Lyrion's voice once again—observing the entire fight with great anticipation regarding Tomas.
Lyrion: (In a cheerful tone)
"I hope you liked my gift. I knew you'd be the first to arrive; that's why the first assassin we set as your test was Drakar. Tell me, how did you feel after killing him?"
Tomas heard Lyrion's words but ignored them as he advanced to the next floor. After the fight ended, Tomas was once again teleported to the location where he had been.
Arriving on the fourth floor, Tomas noticed that gravity was even greater than on the third floor, yet he could see nothing around him—the area was completely dark. Unlike the previous floors, Lyrion's voice did not explain what the fourth floor would entail.
He also became aware that his senses were somewhat disoriented. The environment felt dense, and he detected a surrounding fog with a peculiar smell. As he moved forward, he kept bumping into walls arranged like a labyrinth.
Tomas: (Carefully)
"This is very strange."
Proceeding with caution—unable to trust his senses, as he perceived sounds coming simultaneously from different directions and, in the darkness, couldn't rely on his sight—he pressed on.
Lyrion, endowed with special night vision, was able to see everything and amused himself by watching Tomas struggle, bumping into walls and falling into the simplest traps.
Several months had passed since Tomas first set foot on the fourth floor. As he turned a corner, he noticed a small light and immediately headed toward it, only to find that he had reached a room filled with mirrors. As he entered, the density of the fog increased to an overwhelming level, and the runes on the mirrors projected illusions of his past.
They showed him stealing to feed himself, and how, when caught, he was beaten mercilessly—living in areas where the corpses of many children, who had died from malnutrition and poor health, were commonplace. They revealed his remorse at being unable to do anything to help those children. He recalled how he had killed two men who attacked him while drunk, and how, after their deaths, his life took a violent turn as he began lashing out at those who looked down on him.
These memories sowed doubt in him about whether he was truly any different from those who had abducted him and now lived as assassins.
Tomas (internal thoughts):
"I really am different from these types... Why did I kill Drakar? Was it because I wanted to, or was it for the trial?"
While Tomas's doubts arise, Lyrion delights in the spectacle before him—but he is taken aback when he sees Tomas rise, and with a deep breath, Tomas releases his energy (Nivora), dispersing the mist that surrounded him. After passing through that room, he finds himself near the stairs to the next floor. Despite his lingering doubts, he proceeds toward the top floor of the tower.
Lyrion watches in astonishment at the fact that Tomas, even in such a vulnerable state, is capable of exuding his Nivora in the form of an expanding wave. He begins to understand how, during his fight against Drakar, Tomas managed to endure for so long—especially considering that the average assassin of the Order can barely manifest their Nivora, and yet a youth not even fifteen years old defeated him. What once struck him as strange and attributable to luck now makes sense: Tomas was gradually learning to manipulate his energy, a clear sign of his talent.
Growing tired of being merely a spectator, Lyrion stands up and prepares to set everything in order for the trial on the top floor—all the while clutching a necklace that holds a lock of hair with a slight burn.
Lyrion (thinking):
"Maybe by using this child I can complete my objective."
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Blood Moon Order, in the highest chamber, stands the leader of the Order, Luminis Umbra—a formidable vampire bearing a tattoo of a lunar eclipse on his back that symbolizes his desire to envelop the world in darkness. As he moves forward, he drapes himself in a suit of deep red and approaches his silver-framed mirror, which suddenly turns completely dark, emanating a sinister voice.
Luminis is communicating with a demon named Xalghur, who watches the man he is about to speak with cautiously.
Xalghur (cautiously):
"Mortal. The fact that you initiated contact on your own indicates that you intend to accept the deal, doesn't it?"
Vampire (confidently):
"I am already making the necessary preparations to fulfill your conditions."
Xalghur (arrogantly):
"Excellent!"
His tone quickly turns more serious.
"Very well, the moment the conditions are met, my brothers and I will lend you our strength so that you may dominate the realm you desire."
The demon's tone intensifies.
"Destroy the seals that separate our territories from yours, mortal!"
Luminis simply remains silent, waiting for the demon to cease his outburst.
Luminis (serenely):
"Consider it done."
While the children in the tower struggle to survive, they have no idea that the project in which they are involved is designed to create disposable pawns—pieces to be used in a mission that will affect all of Ethalios, igniting the spark for a new, even more horrific disaster in the future. Tomas continues onward in search of his own freedom, following his path without looking back, while the night that envelops Luminis's chamber conceals the Moon, hidden among the clouds.