Several months had passed since the night everything changed.
The seasons of Eliria moved slowly beneath the thousand moons.
During that time, Abraão lived with Mahina in the Lunar Mountains.
He trained every day.
He learned the basics of Vigil.
He learned discipline.
Patience.
Control.
But some wounds refused to heal.
No amount of training could erase them.
A crimson moon dominated the sky as Mahina and Abraão descended from the mountains.
Below them, Storm Village slowly appeared through the morning mist.
The same roads.
The same houses.
The same fields.
Yet everything felt different.
Because he was different.
Mahina noticed the tension in his shoulders.
"You don't have to do this today."
Abraão remained silent.
After a moment, he answered.
"I do."
Mahina nodded.
And said nothing more.
The village was peaceful.
Children played near the market.
Merchants sold moon herbs.
Villagers chatted normally.
Life continued.
Just as it always did.
Even after tragedy.
Especially after tragedy.
Abraão hated that.
Part of him wanted the world to have stopped.
To have mourned with him.
But the world never stopped.
It simply moved forward.
Whether people were ready or not.
Eventually, they reached the village cemetery.
Rows of moonstone graves stood beneath the red moonlight.
The wind moved gently between them.
Abraão immediately found the graves he was searching for.
Elara.
Elias.
Side by side.
Simple.
Beautiful.
Silent.
His feet stopped moving.
For a long moment, he couldn't breathe.
Mahina remained several steps behind him.
Giving him space.
Giving him silence.
Abraão slowly knelt before the graves.
His trembling hand touched Elias's name.
The stone felt cold.
Far too cold.
"…Hey."
His voice cracked immediately.
"…it's been a while."
Silence.
Only the wind answered.
He placed white lunar flowers in front of the graves.
The same flowers Elias used to collect.
The same flowers Elara liked to keep near the window.
His chest tightened.
"I've gotten stronger."
His voice shook.
"Not much."
A bitter laugh escaped him.
"But stronger."
His eyes began to burn.
"Mahina saved me."
He lowered his head.
"She gave me a home."
Another pause.
"She gave me a family."
The tears finally came.
"I'm sorry."
His hands clenched.
"I'm sorry."
Again.
And again.
And again.
"I promised I would protect you."
His voice broke completely.
"I promised."
The cemetery became blurry.
His tears wouldn't stop.
"And I failed."
The words echoed through the silence.
For months he had tried to remain strong.
For months he had buried the pain.
For months he had trained.
Smiled.
Moved forward.
But here—
before their graves—
the pain returned all at once.
"I miss you."
The confession came out as little more than a whisper.
"I miss both of you."
Mahina quietly watched from afar.
Her green eyes filled with sadness.
But she did not interrupt.
Some grief had to be spoken.
Eventually, Abraão stood up.
His eyes were red.
But calmer.
Lighter.
As if a weight had finally been released.
As they left the cemetery, a familiar voice called out.
"Abraão?"
He froze.
A girl stood near the entrance.
Carrying a basket filled with herbs.
Long dark hair.
Gentle eyes.
A familiar face.
"Lia."
For a moment neither moved.
Neither spoke.
Then she smiled.
A sad smile.
"You really came back."
Abraão nodded.
"I heard what happened."
Her voice became quieter.
"I'm sorry."
He looked away.
"I couldn't protect them."
Lia stepped closer.
"You were seventeen."
"I was supposed to protect them."
"You were a child trying to fight a monster."
Abraão remained silent.
Lia looked directly into his eyes.
And froze.
"You changed."
"People change."
"No."
She shook her head.
"It's your eyes."
Abraão lowered his gaze.
"They became empty."
The answer surprised even him.
Lia didn't know what to say.
Because it was true.
After a few seconds, she forced a small smile.
"Do you remember when you tried to catch fish in the river?"
Abraão blinked.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Answer the question."
"…maybe."
Lia crossed her arms.
"You fell into the river."
"You pushed me."
"It was an accident."
"You literally shoved me."
"It was a strategic encouragement."
Abraão stared at her.
Lia tried to keep a serious face.
Failed.
And started laughing.
A few seconds later—
Abraão laughed too.
A real laugh.
Small.
But genuine.
Lia stopped.
Surprised.
"…there it is."
"What?"
"Your smile."
Abraão's smile slowly faded.
"I haven't used it much lately."
Silence settled between them.
Then Lia spoke softly.
"I missed you."
The words came naturally.
Without hesitation.
Without embarrassment.
Abraão looked at her.
For a moment he remembered childhood.
Running through the fields.
Playing near the river.
Arguing over stupid things.
Laughing without worries.
"…I missed you too."
A warm smile appeared on Lia's face.
For the first time since returning to Storm Village—
something felt normal.
Then she noticed Mahina waiting nearby.
"And who is she?"
Abraão turned toward the woman.
A small smile appeared.
"Mahina."
His voice softened.
"She saved my life."
Lia listened quietly.
"She gave me a place to stay."
"Fed me."
"Protected me."
A brief pause.
"She's my mother now."
For a moment, Mahina looked surprised.
Then she smiled warmly.
Lia looked between them.
And immediately understood.
The woman truly cared about him.
"I'm glad."
Lia smiled.
"Really."
The conversation continued for a while.
They spoke about the village.
The harvest.
Old friends.
Childhood memories.
For the first time in months, Abraão felt connected to his old life again.
Then—
DING
A familiar sound echoed from his pocket.
Abraão froze.
Not again.
He discreetly pulled out the strange phone.
The screen lit up by itself.
MISSION AVAILABLE
Objective:
Touch the central fountain of Storm Village.
Reward:
+1 Level
Penalty for Refusal:
None
Abraão stared at the screen.
"…What?"
He read it again.
Touch the fountain?
That was it?
No explanation.
No context.
No reason.
Just a random objective.
He turned the phone around.
Examined the back.
The sides.
The screen.
Every detail.
Nothing.
No clues.
No answers.
Just as mysterious as the day it fell from the sky.
"What are you…"
he muttered.
Lia tilted her head.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Abraão quickly locked the screen and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
He still didn't understand it.
Maybe it was a test.
Maybe it was dangerous.
Maybe it was something else entirely.
For now—
he would watch.
Observe.
Learn.
And wait.
Above them, the red moons continued shining over Eliria.
Silent witnesses to the past.
And to the future that was only beginning.
Chapter 6: The Graves Beneath the Red Moons
Several months had passed since the night everything changed.
The seasons of Eliria moved slowly beneath the thousand moons.
During that time, Abraão lived with Mahina in the Lunar Mountains.
He trained every day.
He learned the basics of Vigil.
He learned discipline.
Patience.
Control.
But some wounds refused to heal.
No amount of training could erase them.
A crimson moon dominated the sky as Mahina and Abraão descended from the mountains.
Below them, Storm Village slowly appeared through the morning mist.
The same roads.
The same houses.
The same fields.
Yet everything felt different.
Because he was different.
Mahina noticed the tension in his shoulders.
"You don't have to do this today."
Abraão remained silent.
After a moment, he answered.
"I do."
Mahina nodded.
And said nothing more.
The village was peaceful.
Children played near the market.
Merchants sold moon herbs.
Villagers chatted normally.
Life continued.
Just as it always did.
Even after tragedy.
Especially after tragedy.
Abraão hated that.
Part of him wanted the world to have stopped.
To have mourned with him.
But the world never stopped.
It simply moved forward.
Whether people were ready or not.
Eventually, they reached the village cemetery.
Rows of moonstone graves stood beneath the red moonlight.
The wind moved gently between them.
Abraão immediately found the graves he was searching for.
Elara.
Elias.
Side by side.
Simple.
Beautiful.
Silent.
His feet stopped moving.
For a long moment, he couldn't breathe.
Mahina remained several steps behind him.
Giving him space.
Giving him silence.
Abraão slowly knelt before the graves.
His trembling hand touched Elias's name.
The stone felt cold.
Far too cold.
"…Hey."
His voice cracked immediately.
"…it's been a while."
Silence.
Only the wind answered.
He placed white lunar flowers in front of the graves.
The same flowers Elias used to collect.
The same flowers Elara liked to keep near the window.
His chest tightened.
"I've gotten stronger."
His voice shook.
"Not much."
A bitter laugh escaped him.
"But stronger."
His eyes began to burn.
"Mahina saved me."
He lowered his head.
"She gave me a home."
Another pause.
"She gave me a family."
The tears finally came.
"I'm sorry."
His hands clenched.
"I'm sorry."
Again.
And again.
And again.
"I promised I would protect you."
His voice broke completely.
"I promised."
The cemetery became blurry.
His tears wouldn't stop.
"And I failed."
The words echoed through the silence.
For months he had tried to remain strong.
For months he had buried the pain.
For months he had trained.
Smiled.
Moved forward.
But here—
before their graves—
the pain returned all at once.
"I miss you."
The confession came out as little more than a whisper.
"I miss both of you."
Mahina quietly watched from afar.
Her green eyes filled with sadness.
But she did not interrupt.
Some grief had to be spoken.
Eventually, Abraão stood up.
His eyes were red.
But calmer.
Lighter.
As if a weight had finally been released.
As they left the cemetery, a familiar voice called out.
"Abraão?"
He froze.
A girl stood near the entrance.
Carrying a basket filled with herbs.
Long dark hair.
Gentle eyes.
A familiar face.
"Lia."
For a moment neither moved.
Neither spoke.
Then she smiled.
A sad smile.
"You really came back."
Abraão nodded.
"I heard what happened."
Her voice became quieter.
"I'm sorry."
He looked away.
"I couldn't protect them."
Lia stepped closer.
"You were seventeen."
"I was supposed to protect them."
"You were a child trying to fight a monster."
Abraão remained silent.
Lia looked directly into his eyes.
And froze.
"You changed."
"People change."
"No."
She shook her head.
"It's your eyes."
Abraão lowered his gaze.
"They became empty."
The answer surprised even him.
Lia didn't know what to say.
Because it was true.
After a few seconds, she forced a small smile.
"Do you remember when you tried to catch fish in the river?"
Abraão blinked.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Answer the question."
"…maybe."
Lia crossed her arms.
"You fell into the river."
"You pushed me."
"It was an accident."
"You literally shoved me."
"It was a strategic encouragement."
Abraão stared at her.
Lia tried to keep a serious face.
Failed.
And started laughing.
A few seconds later—
Abraão laughed too.
A real laugh.
Small.
But genuine.
Lia stopped.
Surprised.
"…there it is."
"What?"
"Your smile."
Abraão's smile slowly faded.
"I haven't used it much lately."
Silence settled between them.
Then Lia spoke softly.
"I missed you."
The words came naturally.
Without hesitation.
Without embarrassment.
Abraão looked at her.
For a moment he remembered childhood.
Running through the fields.
Playing near the river.
Arguing over stupid things.
Laughing without worries.
"…I missed you too."
A warm smile appeared on Lia's face.
For the first time since returning to Storm Village—
something felt normal.
Then she noticed Mahina waiting nearby.
"And who is she?"
Abraão turned toward the woman.
A small smile appeared.
"Mahina."
His voice softened.
"She saved my life."
Lia listened quietly.
"She gave me a place to stay."
"Fed me."
"Protected me."
A brief pause.
"She's my mother now."
For a moment, Mahina looked surprised.
Then she smiled warmly.
Lia looked between them.
And immediately understood.
The woman truly cared about him.
"I'm glad."
Lia smiled.
"Really."
The conversation continued for a while.
They spoke about the village.
The harvest.
Old friends.
Childhood memories.
For the first time in months, Abraão felt connected to his old life again.
Then—
DING
A familiar sound echoed from his pocket.
Abraão froze.
Not again.
He discreetly pulled out the strange phone.
The screen lit up by itself.
MISSION AVAILABLE
Objective:
Touch the central fountain of Storm Village.
Reward:
+1 Level
Penalty for Refusal:
None
Abraão stared at the screen.
"…What?"
He read it again.
Touch the fountain?
That was it?
No explanation.
No context.
No reason.
Just a random objective.
He turned the phone around.
Examined the back.
The sides.
The screen.
Every detail.
Nothing.
No clues.
No answers.
Just as mysterious as the day it fell from the sky.
"What are you…"
he muttered.
Lia tilted her head.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Abraão quickly locked the screen and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
He still didn't understand it.
Maybe it was a test.
Maybe it was dangerous.
Maybe it was something else entirely.
For now—
he would watch.
Observe.
Learn.
And wait.
Above them, the red moons continued shining over Eliria.
Silent witnesses to the past.
And to the future that was only beginning.