Link fell to his knees, panting and out of breath from the effort of the battle ahead. The Blood Moon raged above, painting the sky a dark cherry red. Skeletons and bones raised from the battlefield with swirls of dark red and black energy surrounding the carcasses, the flesh reforming back and giving life to the fallen monsters. The soldiers around on the field paused with disbelief as the Blood Moon rose and backtracked all the work that had been done.

The faint blue glow of the Master Sword almost marked Link like a target in the otherwise red night, the blade stuck firmly in the dirt for balance while Link caught his breath and let his muscles rest for a brief amount of time. Blood stained his face and he looked barely able to function at the moment. Nevertheless, the Hero of the Wild pushed himself up with a stagger and gripped the Master Sword in his hand. There was hardly any time to react before the entire of field of vision in front of Link went bright white with a telltale Guardian laser.