Gabriel summons the True Moon

The suns of the Nine Worlds came to the call of their kin—and gods, but it was so fucking bright. She’d joked about being able to see Galaxia with her eyes closed before, but it wasn’t so funny anymore now that it was actually happening; nothing she put in the way could block out the light of the suns—until, as if to match it, darkness suddenly fell over the land. All light seemed to drain away up into the countless stars of heaven’s field and a moon that was far too vast and far too close. The sky was marked with splashes of riotous colors, like the northern lights gone mad, but while the stars were radiant pinpricks, that darkness around them was deep; even the light of the nine suns that seemed to spin in circles in the sky hardly seemed to reach much past their own borders. The only thing allowed to brighten the night itself was Gabriel’s Moon, for it was not the Moon of any of the Nine Worlds, but one from long ago, when there was only the World Tree and the spheres spinning about it.

Interlude: Rising, Part 2