[Oicha]

Days, for days the Moon Chosen sat in front of the statue of her departed. Denying all attempts to feed her, growing gaunt and sickly. For days, her eyes remained closed, and she gave no orders. No commands or thoughts to her people.

But she has opened her eyes once more. The pale moonlight infused with her eyes giving a sense of serenity to her words. Filled with purpose and vitriol.

"My hunters, this is an Omen. The solar eclipse is upon us soon, the day that the moon will block out the light of the sun.

Camazots has spoken to me once more, and shown me the absolute path we will take. That we must take.

War, war comes to our people once more. And there will be. No. Mercy."

The words of the Moon Seer, the Moon Chosen, are clear. The sky will bleed over this battle.
No matter who wins.
Let us Hunt.