The Quiet Days After the Moon Was Cut
It had been a few days since Victor's sword strike had split one of the twin moons in half.
The consequences of that single attack had reached far beyond the battlefield.
Most of its terrifying impact had been felt across the Ancient Continent, where the aftermath of the strike had left traces that would not disappear anytime soon. The New Continent had not escaped untouched either. The difference was simply that the devastation here was far less severe.
Victor's calamity had crossed continents.
Even when the main force of that sword strike had been directed elsewhere, the New Continent had still felt the tremor s.
The sky had changed.
The moon had been wounded.
For several nights afterward, people had stood outside their homes and stared upward, wondering whether another disaster would descend from the heavens.
But fear, no matter how intense, eventually became familiar.
