Preliminary Selection

The moon of the Old World had once been like a spherical piece of uncarved jade, constantly radiating a biting chill. Even the so-called lunar craters had been filled with clear flowing water.

Those Sick Ones who had been scorched by the evil sun during the day, or who had endured painful experiences, could choose to look toward the moon when dusk fell.

The chill from the moon would calm them and nourish their souls. Some especially fortunate individuals might even feel the Silver Moon Queen's soul caress.

Thus, the Sick Ones of the Old World had a unique affection for the moon, and those who came here to admire it even more so.

But the thing currently rising into the sky was nothing like the moon they had imagined. Aside from that streak of silver, it had nothing to do with the moon at all.

It was something else—something that made them feel afraid.

At the very moment the "new moon" rose, some invisible barrier formed within a ten-kilometer radius of the surrounding area.

Some viewers who sensed that they had been deceived cursed aloud and called the thing in the sky a "fake moon." Yet when they tried to leave the area, they found themselves trapped in a ghostly maze. No matter what they did, they could not escape, and in the end, they could only return to where they had started.

After everyone gradually quieted down and adapted to the situation here,

the "moon" hanging among the clouds first swayed its Black Hair slightly. Then its silver maw slowly opened and began speaking in the language of the Old World.

Its words carried an air of emptiness and mockery.

"I'm delighted that so many viewers have gathered here. The moon of the Old World has been erased.