That night, the silver moon hung bright and high in the sky, stars scattered everywhere like a sea of galaxies—absolutely stunning.
In the apocalypse, the air is so polluted the sky is always a hazy gray; you can't see a single star, much less a beautiful night like this.
Luna quickly made her way to the Tribal Square.
In the square's center, a bonfire blazed, flames flickering brightly, lighting up everything around.
Men, women, old and young from the tribe gathered here in groups, some munching on roasted meat, some laughing and chatting, others gossiping about the latest happenings.
The young beastmen and females were dancing in circles around the bonfire—energetic, wild, and the atmosphere was downright cheerful.
A couple of beastlings bounced around playing at the edge, but when they saw her coming, they freaked out and scrambled away in a panic.
Like she was some kind of deadly monster or plague.
