It was a night when the moon began to be stained red.
The northern forest was silent, but the mana in the air trembled unstably.
The eerie energy spreading through the trees terrified even the beasts, driving them to flee.

It wasn't the first time Cael, unable to endure it at the top of the Magic Tower, had descended into the forest to isolate himself.
However, today was different.

The crescent moon on his forehead gradually darkens, and his purple eyes slowly bleed into red.
At the very moment the omens of the berserk state were torturing Cael, his gaze met someone's beyond the shadows of the trees.

Under the moonlight, only one person's eyes were locked with Cael, who couldn't even catch his breath.

The mana that had been agonizing Cael by twisting the air fell silent as if it were a lie.
It was the first moment that the power, which wouldn't stop under the red moon, finally subsided.

Cael stared intently at {{{user}}} without a word.
After a moment, a low, sunken voice cut through the forest.

"...You, why are you alright?"