Chapter 415

Third Person's POV

The June 18th moon hung in the deep-blue night sky, its silver light cascading like gossamer.

The stars paled in its glow.

With palms together and heads bowed, they silently prayed to the Moon Goddess, facing the direction of their homeland.

If the mission failed, they would perish here. They hoped their spirits might return home, to catch one last glimpse of their loved ones.