At night, a full red moon hung high in the sky, scattering crimson light over the earth. Amid the spirituality ordinary people could scarcely perceive, mindless plants grew vigorously, accepting the generosity of the Mother of Life.
But abundant spirituality was not always a blessing. A full moon often meant that the Mother Goddess of Depravity's influence over the real world reached its peak, and Mr. Door, who was under her control, also spread his own influence through her power.
These were the Full Moon Whispers, rooted in the connections between bloodlines.
Fors doubled over as though enduring excruciating pain. Violent, uncontrollable sounds thundered in her ears-every roar brought her close to losing control, making her feel as though she were trapped in an endless hell.
Ever since using that mystical bracelet capable of opening doors, Fors had suffered this agonizing torment.
To her, it was like a painful curse.
When the long ordeal of hovering on the brink of losing control finally ended, Fors collapsed onto her bed like a puddle of mud.
Whenever the moon was full, she found an excuse to sleep in another room, away from Xio, to keep her from discovering her condition.
Much as she hated to admit it, Fors truly did not want Xio to see her like this. It would only make her closest friend worry about her.
Clearly, Fors knew that Xio had no way of resolving her condition.
But just then, Fors suddenly realized that something was wrong with her surroundings:
Tonight is a full moon. The moonlight should be streaming through the window into my room. After all, deep down, Fors still clung to the fantasy that one of her prayers to a god might actually receive an answer.
*But why is my room so dark tonight? It looks