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The clear sky of a calm summer night was always a great opportunity to gaze at the stars. The settlements that emerged from the rubble weren't much different from the cities of the old world, however the level of light pollution wasn't as bad, allowing anyone to watch the constellations from anywhere they want.

Sadly, the past few days didn't allow for such an activity. A veil had been cast on the entire planet, one that painted the sky an ominous shade of red. One couldn't bear looking at it during the day but the night was even worse. The moon looked especially terrifying, its timeless beauty taking on a dark, malevolent undertone.

Superstition ran rampant throughout the reign of the Calamities. Followed by migrating angels and a bloody sky, the tormented remnants of the human civilization took those as yet another sign. The end was approaching and nothing stoke the fires of that rumor more than the news of a descending god.