Under the heavy clouds, and the drizzling rain, three figures walked down a pathway.
Attention spamming between their environment and their thoughts.
Around them was a curtain of fog.
White, humid and opaque.
Taking in the scenery of the Academy with it.
The trio though, had their attention drawn to something else, other than the humidity in the air.
A distance away, where the skies should have been dark and riddled with clouds. A clear azure stood– No, hovered.
Over the endless darkness, this one was an embodiment of the Moon's luminance.
Calm. Tranquil. Bright.
It held the very features stripped from the Academy since the night began.
Like a patch of clear seas in a tsunami.
Bizarre as it was, it was real. A fact that could only be acceptable through confirmation by sight.
It was unbelievable.
The clear horizon wasn't large. In fact, it was anything but.
