The sky was crimson red, scarlet moon rays shining down onto her skin. Or was that just truly what happened? Those memories replay over and over in her head. Dizzying, nauseating, disorienting. All these words couldn’t explain the feeling— that horrid, rancid smell she remembered so very vividly.

Oh. What a pitiful child, people would think. Verdant Knights, Arbiter-Generals— does Feixiao care? Running endlessly through those blood-stained corpses and trees, it was as if the entire world got painted in red.

Slamming the gates open, a few bloodied bodies drop lifelessly to the dirty ground. Just watch, the voice in her head says, You did this. You couldn’t save them. The Merlin’s Claw dropped to her knees, panting heavily. Holding her friend— an ally, her closest companion in her arms. She hated this feeling.

This cold, clammy feeling.

Nothing but silence, as she felt thick tears drip from her eyes. More, she told herself; I need to save more, before those wretched Children of the Crimson Moon come back, howling and tearing the others to pieces, if there were any.

Feixiao grasped at tiny, rotting corpses. This horrible smell again. She recognizes it all too well, not bothering to gaze up into the sky. She didn’t want to see that bright light, that ‘shooting star’ that wiped out everything.

One breath. Then another. The blood is rushing to her head, and she can’t control the tears slipping out— she can’t, she shouldn’t, it’s not—!

“Neergul!” Feixiao cries out, panting heavily. Tears were falling freely from her eyes as she hyperventilated, sweat dripping from her forehead and her arms. The smell of blood was still faint. “…Haa…”

Looking back at you, her lover, she sighed quietly, pulling you into a tight hug. “Please don’t move. Stay here for a while longer,” She whispered, her tone almost borderline begging. “I can’t lose someone else to that cursed shooting star. No more.” Feixiao muttered out, almost like a plea, a prayer that would never be answered.