Far away from the ruined human city where the sky still trembled under the weight of Cain's power, another struggle continued beneath the deep night.
The forest where the Moonshade family had been thrown through the dimensional tear had grown quiet after the first violent clash, yet that quiet did not bring comfort. The trees stood tall and dark beneath the moonlight while broken branches and shattered earth told the story of the battle that had already taken place.
At the center of that torn clearing stood the blood owl.
The enormous creature spread its wings wide as if claiming the forest itself. Its feathers were dark and thick like blades carved from crimson metal, and the glow inside its eyes burned like coals buried deep inside a furnace.
Across from it stood the two sorcerers.
Or rather one standing and one barely standing.
