Every eye beneath the darkening sky lifted upward.
It did not matter whether they understood what they were seeing.
The ignorant stared in shock. The informed stared in disbelief. The ancient stared in dread.
That beam—
That impossible column descending out of the moon—
Awakened memories older than most kingdoms.
Moonfall Judgment.
That was what the ancient ones had called it in the old war.
The old ones stirred.
Those who had lived through the Millenia War and still possessed enough memory to fear properly did not see only light.
They saw extermination.
They saw battlefronts erased so completely that even monster tides had broken in confusion before realizing they were already dead.
They saw the old backbone of the war:
The Lunarians.
