Cult of the Moon

( You belong to the Cult of the Moon. )

Two boys were walking in the forest, but they didn't notice how they'd strayed too far from the Cult of Spawn territory. Azur frowned, examining the strange lunar runes on the stones, and Tu Time nervously gripped the hilt of his blade—they'd definitely wandered too far from the Cult of Spawn's lands: even the air here had become alien—heavy, as if saturated with alien rituals, and the silence was so oppressive that he wanted to scream, just to break this ominous stillness.