Luther's side (III)

Night fell, and the cold silhouette of the silvery full moon peeked through the cracks of the night sky, like the eye of a god sneakily observing the mortals beneath its everlasting rule. The village remained dark, with no torches lit, submerging everything in a pitch black darkness. If not for the moonlight, the villagers would likely have been unable to see even a giant tree in front of them.

Inside the village chief's house, a group of people gathered around a bonfire. They exchanged frightened looks in silence, the crackling of the fire was the only sound in the room - "Where is the village chief? He should be here already" - asked a burly man, the village butcher and an important figure in the community.