The [Moon] above them, once whole and divine, now loomed with jagged fractures across its surface, damage left behind by Alex's devastating use of the [Orb of the Unbreakable].
And yet, despite the celestial wounds that marred the sky, it was already too late to prevent what had been set in motion.
The ritual, it had succeeded.
Selvaron and Lunareth stood at the heart of it, their forms brimming with divine energy as if crowned by the very light of the shattered moon.
The air around them shimmered unnaturally, reality bending as their domain prepared to descend.
Meanwhile, scattered throughout the ruined colosseum, the [Moon Soldiers] raised their weapons, motionless but ready, waiting only for the order to strike.
Kaelios, still standing at Alex's side, glanced at him and spoke in a low voice, "Undead?"
It was a fair question.
