Crowned In Vengeance
or maybe it was, and it was slowly becoming like it.
The moon still seemed completely normal at first---bright and glowing in all of its glory, full and high in the sky. But as we drew near, the moon was getting dull, muted, like a breath passing over a mirror. The atmosphere had changed. The shadows were becoming a bit... softer, less sharp. The night was becoming still and different.
Rya stood at one edge of the drawn circle, holding the Moonstone. She was going to channel the power of the stone, while I would be at the other edge of the circle, ready to use my hybrid magic to channel the power of the remaining artifacts.