"You mean… Blooddawn?" Aether blinked in surprise, "The red sky?"
Xara nodded slowly and firmly.
"Blooddawn… we don't know what it is, or why it happens randomly at night. It only stains the skies of the Void Empire, never the other empires. Mary once said it was a curse, a punishment cast over her land. During that night, her people would transform into irrational, blood-driven monsters, enslaved by their own bloodline. Each bloodline twisted into its darkest form, unable to resist." Xara's voice carried a grim weight, her face locked in seriousness.
Aether gave a faint nod... a truth he already knew well.
Xara shifted her weight, settling herself comfortably on his lap. Something pressed against her, but she ignored the hard poke and the strange, hungry look on the man's face.
Shrugging lightly, she pressed on, her tone steady.
