Rain hammered against the roof of the cabin.
Outside, the wind howled through Storm Village like a wounded beast.
The light of a thousand moons filtered weakly through the storm clouds, casting pale shadows across the village.
Inside the cabin, everything was peaceful.
For now.
Abraão slept deeply after a long day of work and training.
Beside him, Elias slept curled beneath a blanket, hugging a pillow.
Near the fireplace, Elara quietly whispered an old prayer.
A prayer she had spoken every night since the death of Abraão's parents.
"May the moons remain whole."
Silence followed.
Then—
CRASH!
The front door exploded inward.
Wooden fragments flew across the room.
Elara immediately stood up.
Abraão's eyes snapped open.
Beside him, Elias nearly rolled off his mattress.
"W-What happened?!" Elias shouted.
A tall figure stood in the doorway.
Rain poured behind him.
A black cloak fluttered like torn raven wings.
Crimson eyes glowed beneath the darkness.
And hanging from his waist was a curved black sword that seemed to devour the surrounding light.
The Eclipse Devourer.
The stranger stepped inside.
Slowly.
Calmly.
As if he had all the time in the world.
Elara instinctively moved in front of the boys.
Her face turned pale.
"You…"
The stranger ignored her.
His eyes scanned the cabin.
Searching.
Looking.
Hunting.
Finally, he spoke.
"Where is it?"
His voice was cold.
Almost emotionless.
Elara remained silent.
The stranger narrowed his eyes.
"The lunar fragment."
Abraão frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
The stranger looked toward him.
For a brief moment, his gaze lingered.
Then he sighed.
A disappointed sigh.
"So you truly don't know."
The room became silent.
Then—
he moved.
Too fast.
Far too fast.
A black blur crossed the room.
Elara's eyes widened.
A crimson line appeared across her chest.
For a moment she remained standing.
Then blood began to spread across her clothes.
"E-Elara?" Abraão whispered.
She staggered.
Fell to her knees.
"Grandma!" Elias screamed.
Both brothers rushed toward her.
Abraão caught her before she hit the floor.
Her breathing was weak.
Painful.
Blood stained his hands.
"Grandma!"
Tears streamed down Elias's face.
"No… no…"
Elara slowly lifted a trembling hand.
Touching Abraão's cheek.
A sad smile appeared on her face.
The same smile she had worn for years.
"Abraão…"
His vision blurred.
"Don't talk."
"Listen…"
Blood escaped her lips.
"You must… survive…"
Her eyes shifted toward Elias.
Then back to Abraão.
"Protect…"
Her voice failed.
The hand on his cheek slowly fell.
And moved no more.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Abraão froze.
His mind refused to accept reality.
She couldn't be gone.
Not her.
Not too.
Elias broke first.
"GRANDMA!"
His scream echoed through the cabin.
The stranger watched.
Expressionless.
As if none of it mattered.
As if he had merely stepped on an insect.
Something inside Abraão shattered.
He slowly stood.
His body trembling.
His fists clenched.
"You…"
The stranger raised an eyebrow.
"You killed her."
No answer.
"You killed my grandmother."
Still nothing.
The stranger simply looked annoyed.
"Where is the fragment?"
Abraão's hands shook.
"I DON'T KNOW!"
For the first time—
the stranger showed emotion.
Disappointment.
A faint sigh escaped him.
"Then you are useless."
His eyes shifted toward Elias.
The boy immediately stepped backward.
Fear covered his face.
"Brother…"
Abraão moved instantly.
Standing between them.
Protecting him.
Just as his father had once protected his mother.
The stranger noticed.
And smiled.
A cold smile.
"How pathetic."
Abraão grabbed his father's sword.
The rusty blade trembled in his hands.
"You monster…"
The stranger laughed quietly.
"You intend to fight me with that?"
"I'll kill you."
"No."
The answer came instantly.
"You won't."
Then he vanished.
A black flash crossed the room.
Abraão swung instinctively.
Too slow.
Far too slow.
CRACK!
A devastating kick struck his stomach.
The impact launched him across the cabin.
He smashed into the wall.
Wood shattered.
Pain exploded through his body.
Blood filled his mouth.
His father's sword flew from his hands.
Everything spun.
The stranger slowly approached.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
Abraão tried to stand.
Failed.
Tried again.
Failed again.
The difference between them was overwhelming.
Like comparing an ant to a dragon.
"Level 65."
The stranger looked down at him.
"Pathetic."
Abraão gritted his teeth.
His arms trembled.
Yet somehow—
he stood.
Barely.
The stranger stopped.
"You are exactly like your parents."
Abraão's eyes widened.
"You knew them?"
A faint smile appeared.
The first genuine smile of the night.
"Yes."
The answer chilled him.
The stranger leaned closer.
"Now tell me."
His crimson eyes glowed.
"Where is the lunar fragment?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
The smile disappeared.
Disappointment returned.
The stranger sighed.
Then—
he turned toward Elias.
The boy froze.
Fear filled his eyes.
"Brother…"
Abraão's heart stopped.
"No."
The stranger raised a hand.
"No!"
Abraão forced his broken body forward.
"No!"
Too late.
Far too late.
Dark energy exploded from the stranger's hand.
The impact threw Elias across the room.
His body crashed into the wall.
Silence followed.
"Elias?"
No response.
"Elias…"
Abraão's voice shook.
"Elias…"
The boy didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
Didn't answer.
The world stopped.
Again.
Another person he loved.
Gone.
Another family member taken from him.
Another helpless goodbye.
The stranger looked down at him.
Cold.
Emotionless.
"Pathetic."
Then he grabbed Abraão by the throat.
Lifting him from the floor.
Darkness slowly crept into his vision.
His lungs burned.
His body weakened.
The last thing he saw—
was Elias lying motionless beside the broken wall.
Then Elara.
Then the shattered remains of the only home he had ever known.
The world faded.
And somewhere beneath the gaze of a thousand moons—
fate began to move.