The Dark Moon Burns

The wasteland is always cold and bleak, yet people run in search of the light. The irony is that in the end, they are nothing but shadows, left without light and stripped of hope.

---Preface: Ming●An

The nights of lying in ambush were long and endless. On the western continent of the Raphis mainland, dazzling white streams of light shimmered, brilliant beneath the moon. Their radiant colors crossed paths with a striking streak of black from the East. Though night had fallen, that peculiar black did not seem dim. It was deeper and more uncanny than the darkness of night, as if this were not a moonlit sky scattered with stars, but the pure chaos of the universe at its beginning, without a single star or ray of light. And then, at that very moment, the two ends of the Raphis mainland began a tragic duet of fate...