Broken Boulder The Red Moon Of Doom

Everyone was so guarded, so scared. Delight and Alarian were wrapped up in their own little world, and Korei looked haunted by superstition. With the barest of snorts under his breath, Zamael turned and padded away, silvery fur bathed in blood-light.

He settled in Paradise Garden instead, gaze fixed on the moon as it slowly brightened to ivory once more, a safeguard against the crushing dark of night. His gaze glittered, and a smile spread over his maw. He was alone with the flowers, a guest of the flora and fauna here.

And the stars! The crimson moon had allowed them to shine brighter than before, but even eclipsed by their larger counterpart, they still held a magnificent glow, each and every one of them. Nary a cloud in the sky to spoil the view. No one could ask for a more beautiful sight.

He fell asleep here, among the weeds.