Rebels
The crimson moon hung low in place, its glow an eerie pale over the mechanical cities. It was as if the sky itself had bled, painting the celestial body a deep scarlet.
It was sharp and foreboding, illuminating the world in a sinister hue. Shadows stretched longer and darker, twisting into grotesque shapes that seemed to writhe under the blood-colored luminance.
In this shadow, there was a large form rapidly traveling across the bleeding sky, its silhouette barely remaining in place.
This shadow moved far away from all the mechanical cities operated by robots, traveling above the trees and the lush forest before finally stopping at a mountain.
The moment the shadow appeared, a loud, weary shout came from the mountains:
"Who is there?"
The shadow stood motionless in the air, tall and proud, exuding an aura of quiet dominance.