A mirror to the world, the moon not only shares the light of the sun to all living things at night. Reflected through her eyes all the world is made to see the cursed misery of this night. Swaths of the coalesced life essence of thousands of souls rise towards the skies, tinting the moon crimson like the blood of their grim sacrifice. As an observer to the silence, she takes the lost into her care.

The emerald-eyed crow, a companion and herald to its newly awakened Master is baptized by this light. The resurrection of such a sorcerer comes at a steep price. The calamity of a kingdom and the perishing hope of never having to witness such a moon.