Above it all, a crescent moon hung in the sky, but it was no ordinary moon.
Its shape was ragged and broken, like a dying blade of silver slowly falling apart.
Fissures glimmered across its surface, shedding faint trails of dust into the black sky.
Timothy's eyes swept the battlefield.
Limbs flew through the air.
Beasts grappled and tore at each other, dragging victims into puddles that gaped open like hidden rivers.
Yet the strangest thing was…
He saw only monsters fighting monsters.
There were no humans.
No "people" in sight.
He didn't even know if this battle concerned him.
For a fleeting moment, the chaos reminded him of ancient Spartans locked in brutal combat, a world of blood, roars, and relentless violence.
He stood at the edge of the doorway, uncertain.
The battle around the shelter didn't last more than an hour.
It flared up violently and was settled just as quickly, but not without casualties.
