When the bell rang, and the moonlight exuded an orderly and solemn power, Vivian was struck dumb.
She looked up at the alien celestial body she had just summoned, feeling its solemn and divine power, and sensed that it was not the same crimson moon that she remembered. She had called up the crimson moon before. It always possessed a supreme power of violence and chaos, but never with this solemn sacredness. It was a pure catharsis of strength, lawless, and destructive to everything under its illumination.
But this time, she seemed to have summoned something different. It looked no different from the previous one, but the moonlight only destroyed the gnarled shadow monsters on the earth. She reached out and touched the light column with her finger; it felt warm to the touch with a sense of serenity.
