Facing the broken Blood Moon protruding from the Rift, someone unknown chuckled softly by Shade's ear. The Giant held the three spellcasting ladies aloft in one hand and reached for that half-moon with the other.
The Giant's palm was so enormous that only when it neared the Blood Moon did those watching realize that the Giant was likely far taller than a thousand meters at that moment.
Crack! With a tremendous noise, the Giant's silver-glowing left hand forcibly crushed the half Blood Moon.
After the Blood Moon shattered, the mad light within it and the Flesh writhing across its surface immediately contaminated the Giant's body. Shade, whose eyes were still somewhat red, looked at his left hand. Specks of crimson moonlight spread across his palm, yet amid that pure Silver Moonlight, they did not resemble impurities at all, but rather decorations.
Looking again at the remaining half of the Blood Moon beyond the Time Rift, he saw not only madness within its bloody moonlight, but also the most primal urges of the night. That was writhing Flesh, biological instinct, the desire to reproduce.
That twisted and horrifying mass of Flesh suddenly seemed sacred in Shade's eyes. But after that momentary complex feeling, the Outlander embraced by a silver body could distinctly feel the gradually disintegrating Blood Moon. At the instant its Flesh collapsed, blood separated from chunks of meat, and its bloody color gradually turned to Ashes, he felt such delight.
The silver phantom summoned by the Thirteenth Ring Miracle Technique of the Witches and Sorceresses chuckled beside Giant Shade's ear. He thus understood that his control over the Red Moon had finally risen another level.
The immense Holy Silver current finally crossed over the Time Rift, completely dispersing the "Mad Moon" at the point in the past. Once the