The Trial of Elinol

It was a familiar sensation.

A crawling feeling beneath his skin.

“This is, um, Enya...”

Before Tarmin could say anything, Dinaheim immediately chided him.

“My dear, stubborn little sister. You bear the name of a goddess, yet have you forgotten that Lady Elinol is the goddess of the moon? Once the full moon rises, everything will surely brighten again as if this had never happened. I’m sure…”

Even as he said this, Dinaheim’s expression showed that he wasn’t particularly certain, either.

“Even so, this darkness is abnormal. Look.”

At Elenora’s instruction, one of the soldiers on the right broke formation, approached the wall, and shone his torch on it.

As the narrow corridor wall lit up, they saw a stone mural carved into it, just like the one at the entrance.

Whether they held swords, raised their claws, offered sacrifices, or lay dead on the ground, the figures were all the same: the moon, animals, and humans...