Shiayar's low murmur dissipated in the evening breeze, unheard by anyone.
"If... I can still return."
But soon, he withdrew his gaze.
Then he looked up, towards the still Red Moon in the distant sky.
CRACK—
It was the sound of something breaking.
On that eerily twisted Crimson Red Moon, a fine crack suddenly appeared.
At first, the crack was so slight that it was nearly imperceptible without close observation. But within a few breaths, it rapidly expanded, covering the entire surface of the moon.
Then, SNAP—
The Crimson Red Moon, symbolizing the divine body of a True God, shattered into pieces, turning into countless points of eerie, glowing light that scattered about.
Then, the distorted, blood-red light spots slowly condensed and took form, ultimately crystallizing into a translucent object, glowing with a red sheen and resembling a chess piece—the Stars Chalice.
That was the Stars Chalice that had gathered all the Divinity, all the Authority, of a True God of the Abyss.
