The HD wallpaper captured that exact, excruciating moment of choice. His muscles were coiled, his jaw clenched so tight a crack of golden light bled from his lips. He was a monster, a father, and a god of twilight, all at once. He would not let go. He would hold until his own soul was torn apart, atom by atom.

Now, the Twilight Cataclysm was devouring the world. The day was dying, and the night was becoming a devouring, mindless maw. If the sun fully set into this unnatural twilight, Evelina would vanish forever—not dead, but unmade. Erased.

At its center, the Spear of the Eternal Night himself—Moskov. But this was not the triumphant, snarling assassin of the Land of Dawn’s daylit battles. This was Moskov at the edge of annihilation.