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Since the Blood Moon Strike event,
the nights in Aindor had become exceptionally dark—
Compared to the moon before,
the split new moon was far inferior in both size and luminosity.
The extra stars brought on by the Great Tear were hard to compensate for the loss of moonlight.
This resulted in the nightfall in Aindor,
which instantly turned the world between heaven and earth a dull torpor.
This was especially evident in the Helen Mountains, the highest average altitude in Aindor.
At times, even though the night sky above would twinkle with stars,
a faint wisp of cloud flying by would plunge the land into deep gloom.
Matthew, in raven form, agilely weaved through the layers of sky wind.
He searched among the mountains, sensing their pulse and breath.
"Still above."
Following his powerful insight,
he flew upwards, tracing the peak that stood like a sword's scabbard among the mountains, higher and higher.