Those ashes were not mere dust, but sources of infection refined to the level of Magic Element. Wherever the ash touched, all life would die, along with the earth itself becoming completely Mutant.
Subsequently, those dead lives would resurrect from the ashes, becoming vassals of the Gray Moon, transformed into slaves under the moon...
Witnessing this silent scene of death, more and more insights emerged in the Hero's heart. She vaguely felt that if she chose to throw herself into these ashes, then she would gain a terrifying Magic Power akin to being Immortal—
Suddenly, a fierce glint flashed across the girl's eyes. She raised her head, her gaze filled with malevolence, staring at the filthy Gray Moon that dared to look down on her.
Even though she had fallen, she was still a symbol of the Sun—the mere afterglow of the moon—
But just as she was about to succumb to this tyranny, the next moment, a soft and pure Radiance rose from the horizon,
That Radiance came from another moon hanging high in the night sky—the Pure White Moon.
The light of the White Moon was like a purifying spring, the overly pure white light neutralizing the dim colors of the Gray Moon, rendering the originally desperate and turbid night sky dreamlike and illusory.
Soon, the lights in the sky calmed down, the swelling Gray Moon returned to its original size, the filthy chaotic streams dissipated Traceless, and the night sky was restored to its usual state, clear and transparent, densely dotted with stars.
The Hero opened her eyes again; she lifted the silk thin quilt from her body and sat up in bed.
The dream quietly ended, and outside the window, [] hung high.
10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure
The silken robe gently swayed, wrapping around the Hero's petite body, her bare feet stepping on the soft carpet as she lightly walked towards the terrace.
The night wind gently brushed by, she looked up at the sky, where the white crescent moon cast down soft, clear moonlight, the delicate Ankle Ring on her ankles twinkling with a faint glow under the moon, as if responding to the radiance above.
The White Moon hung tranquil in the night sky, and at the edge of the night sky was the dim and inconspicuous Gray Moon.
Under the presence of the pure white light, the ashy patterns were almost imperceptible, easily overlooked if not paid attention to.
In various legends and stories, the presence of the Gray Moon has always been far less than that of the White Moon, even in terms of research value and academic status, the White Moon firmly holds the dominant position, far surpassing its unremarkable sibling.
This was not only because it was brighter, but also because of the occasional fallen objects found on the ground—those materials from the White Moon were the treasures countless researchers and craftsmen dreamed of. The Wind Moon Night ankle ring on the Hero's ankle was primarily made from a Moon Ice Stone from the White Moon.
In contrast, the Gray Moon appeared even more mysterious because there were no samples of fallen objects, making it difficult to analyze its material composition. Some scholars speculated that most of the Gray Moon might be gaseous, thus creating such a phenomenon.
But now the Hero knew, the Gray Moon also possessed immense power, true to its name, it was a Moon that could turn everything in the world to ash.
Was it because everyone had always only focused on the White Moon, that the neglected Gray Moon had turned out this way?
Smiling at her childishly naive thoughts, the Hero recalled the conversation with her grandfather yesterday afternoon.
[Grandfather's Moon Language Level (Forbidden Curse Inheritance +30, Level-40, above 50 then R, maximum value Hero's ancestor is Princess Kaguya)]
After her grandfather spoke the name of the Forbidden Curse, "Gray Moon, Stained Sky", in a never-before-heard, obscure yet oddly rhythmic language, the chilling Malice that seeped into the Hero's Perception instantly vanished without a trace, as if that indescribable language itself had become the Key to locking up this Break the Void.
"Yes, as the name suggests, this is the language of the Moon People, The People of the White Moon."
Looking at her grandfather, who provided the explanation with a serious face, the Hero—