"How quaint," said Crescent. A set of emerald orbs glowed against the moonlight sheen as a couple of butterflies withdrew from her arms. Droplets of blood trickled down her hands as she stood up and strode towards the balcony of her room.
Because for once, the moon will be seen outside my balcony. The presence of the thick cluster of clouds followed by thunderclaps and zaps of bolts of lightning was not hovering over the Forsaken Lands – thanks to
Clad in her chemise that fell right into her ankles, her bare feet trudged against the carpeted floor. The moment she stepped foot outside the balcony a zap of a bolt of lightning illuminated the darkened balcony for a split second, a pair of albino red eyes met her glowing green ones – this elicited a sweet smile from Crescent.