A great wind blew over the desolate lands of the Moonrite Region. It was like a solemn dirge recounting the distant past. Dust rose up into the wind, spreading out into all heaven and earth, becoming a part of the duskiness that filled everything.3

Just barely visible within the hazy darkness was a caravan. It was made of giant metal cages, within which were innumerable Mirrorlings and Skyfaces.1

On a cart up front were two people who were a generation apart in age. The old man wore a mask, as did the young person. The masks featured very dramatic facial expressions full of piety and devotion. They almost looked worshipful.1

“Anyone who goes to the Red Moon Cathedral to provide offerings is required to wear masks like this,” Duanmu Zang explained. “It's one of the ceremonial requirements. Thankfully, I did this before when I was younger.4

“Here in the Moonrite Region, the destruction of the Twofold Alliance isn’t going to cause any waves. To the majestic Red Moon Cathedral, two minor species getting wiped out isn’t worth paying attention to. That’s especially true toward the end of one of the Red Moon Cathedral’s visits....3