Night fell over the Bleeding Desert.
And what was nighttime on the Bleeding Desert, the Three Moons dimmed their light, bathing the endless dunes beneath a faint crimson glow that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Over Horn Lizard Town, both humans and Beastmen moved through the streets that were bustling with activity.
Previously, the town was lively because of the war rumors, but the strange sorrowful cry had now become the talk of the town.
Every previous discussion regarding the war had been pushed aside as the mysterious phenomenon occupied everyone's thoughts.
In taverns and tea houses, that was what everyone was talking about.
Speculations and rumors flew everywhere.
Each person was trying to deduce the origin of the strange cry and its implication for the Bleeding Desert, while others eagerly listened, hoping someone could provide a convincing explanation.
Some believed it was the Three Moons wailing in pain because of too much bloodshed.
