Important Announcement: The title of the story has been revised to better reflect the essence of its events. The content of the story remains unchanged. The new title is "StruggleofExistence", while the title of this season is "The Majesty of Moonlight".
I wish you an enjoyable reading experience.
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In a place beyond the world, where the night drowned everything in a cold mist, a silent, towering palace stood—waiting for something ominous.
On its rooftop, the ten leaders of the organization gathered, their quiet presence wrapped in tension.
Oliva spoke first, her voice calm yet resonant:
"The Harvest Assembly has arrived..."
Angelica bows softly, her voice carrying a sense of responsibility tinged with sorrow:
"If we fail... then there will be no way to redeem our actions."
Shizo says with a drowsy yawn:
"Everyone's here… let's get on with it."
Shiro replied with a deadly softness:
"Easy there, miss. We haven't even started yet."
All of them remained still in their stances, exchanging wary glances, as if fate itself was watching.
Outside the palace walls, the eternal night swallowed the land, and the distant clash of swords echoed through the air.
Then strange voices emerged—drifting from faraway realms:
— "That organization… they occupy our shadow…"
— "They pierce our lands in silence… those people…"
— "Witness the new era… the makers of the unknown history."
— "Solar Eclipse… Shadow of the Moon… do not expect us to retreat…"
The words hit like arrows, tearing through the silence, building an invisible tension before the coming explosion.
The colossal March Dusk Clock rang out, its echo cutting through the sky… announcing the dawn of a mysterious era.
Birds circled around it, as if redrawing the cycle of life itself.
Within the eternal stillness of the cosmos—where space coiled around distant stars—Toki walked with unwavering resolve, his long coat fluttering, his eyes carrying a cold glimmer.
Beside him, Luna moved like pale moonlight—silent, serene, and unreadable. She ascended the steps with a confidence so natural it felt as if the night itself followed her.
On the rooftop, the leaders formed a half‑circle, awaiting the signal to begin.
Toki spoke with a razor‑sharp tone:
"This is only the beginning… a truth we have yet to grasp."
Luna added softly:
"Even if the paths diverge… we are prepared."
They turned toward the others as wind whipped their coats, and moonlight slipped through the darkness, unveiling ancient secrets hidden beneath its glow.
Shizo, lazy yet defiant:
"No time to wait… isn't that right?"
Oliva, coldly:
"The optimal choice… most likely."
Shia, with an eerie childlike grin:
"Heh‑heh… let's see who survives this game!"
Shiro, smirking:
"This calls for a drink…"
Angelica bowed gently:
"As you wish…"
Sae, indifferent:
"I don't mind…"
Alicia, with commanding confidence:
"Let's show the world who we are."
Lily, with a feral smile:
"At last… the fun begins."
Yuri, silently observing.
Sophie, with a cold half‑smile:
"So be it…"
Toki raised his blade high, a dense aura swirling around him—adding weight and majesty to the moment:
"Even the smallest things that cross our path… are merely pushes toward truths we've ignored… my friends."
They all answered as one:
"Understood!"
In a blink, they scattered to their positions, leaving trails of their fading auras dissolving into the dark.
Toki and Luna stepped off the palace edge.
For a heartbeat, time froze…
Then they shot forward—two streaks slicing through the ranks of leaders lined like the numbers of a clock.
In Yuri's mind:
"The present does not drown the past, nor does the past restrain the present… everything proceeds just as the Leader foresaw."
Toki's blade cut open the very air, tearing a gateway toward the real world—
and the last thing he saw was the blazing sun in its celestial orbit.
——
Have you ever imagined…
that the moon would be the last to see you at your end?
You are not a mirror for anyone…