The words 'you thought this was a game, didn't you?' echoed in his head. It was the only thing he could hear beyond the crackling rubble around him. Just hours ago, everything was fine. The sun shone with a vibrance his eyes could not withstand but now, the only visible light came from the harsh auburn of flames dancing mockingly. If only he were lucky, tonight would've been graced with the mellow lavender light that reflects from Murence, the most beautiful of the three moons. But no, the sky had been devoured by a hazy gray, letting not a single trace of celestial light in.

The man had accepted this, he accepted that the life here was gone, that the gentle moonlight would not shine for him tonight, nor for many nights to come. It was time for him to leave, to try his luck elsewhere. Perhaps next time it won't end in ruin or sorrow. Maybe he might find what he had blindly been searching for for a long time. Or this thought was simply a pleasant dream destined to drift away from memory once daylight breaks.