Dark night has always been Diana's favorite time of day, since she was a child. As a child, she often climbed over the walls of the Temple of the Sun and watched the moon weave through the sea of stars. She looked up at the sky beyond the forest canopy, her purple eyes searching for the silver moon, but all she could see was a hazy halo behind the branches and dense clouds.

The woods grew denser and denser, the pitch-black trunks covered with moss, and the branches felt like twisted arms to the sky. She couldn't see the road ahead, only rows of weeds and hideous thorns. The night breeze whipped thorns and scraped against her sleek armor, and Diana closed her eyes, feeling a memory stir up in her heart.

A memory, but she never experienced it herself. It was something else, a fragment of the celestial spirit that had been stored in her body. When she opened her eyes again, the glittering forest scene overlapped with the dense forest in front of her. She saw the same trees, but from different times, and remembered that the forest was still young and fruitful, with sunny paths and wildflowers dotted with roadsides.

Diana grew up in the desolate landscape of the Giant God Peak, and had never seen a forest like this. She knew what she saw before her was an ancient memory, but the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine was as real as anything she had ever experienced.

"Thank you," she whispered, continuing her way along the trail in the afterimage of her memories.

Diana followed the ancient path through a thick, dead tree that had been dead for a long time. She then climbed the rocky plateau, past a few twisting pines and firs, through a mountain stream, winding around the steep slopes, and finally to a rocky plateau overlooking a large, cold lake.

In the middle of the mesa there is a circular Stonehenge, each of which is engraved with a spiral arc imprint. Diana could see the same runes on each boulder, exactly the same as the shimmering rune on her forehead, and she knew she had reached her destination. Diana's skin tingled, and a premonition of heat arose. She already knew that this feeling often meant some kind of wild and dangerous magical aura. Diana became alert and walked up to Stonehenge, scanning around for signs of danger. Diana didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but she knew that there was something here, something hostile but familiar.

Diana walked to the center of the Stonehenge Circle and drew her scimitar. The pale moonlight pierced through the clouds and shone like a diamond on the blade. She knelt on one knee, her head buried in deep thought, the tip of her knife against the ground, the handle of her knife resting against her cheek.

The eye does not see, but the heart knows.

The momentum of a thousand jun is broken in an instant, and the speed of splitting the sky is in one fell swoop.

Diana slammed to her feet, the space between the boulders was torn apart, the air was squeezed and deformed, and three monsters screamed and lunged at her; These monsters have sallow flesh and white flesh, white bone armor and steel teeth and iron claws.

Dinosaurs.

Diana swooped down diagonally, biting a fang-covered jaw of blood. Diana used her scimitar to make an arc above her head, slicing the heavy skull of the first monster to her shoulder. The monster fell, and the flesh immediately began to reveal its original form. She rose to her feet with a tumbling roll, and the other monsters began to circle around her, like hunters besieging their prey. Now they had begun to fear the glittering scimitar in her hand, and the monster she had killed had turned into a puddle of bubbling black mud.

They pounced again, attacking simultaneously from both directions. Their flesh gradually darkened, taking on a bruised purple color, and their mouths hissing with the hostility of this world. Diana jumped over the monster on her left, and the scimitar in her hand made a crescent-shaped arc towards the monster's neck oracle. She shouted the sacred spell of the Bright Moon Sect, and the scimitar burned with a white-hot light.

The monster beneath the knife exploded from its body, and the newly generated flesh was reduced to pieces by the power of the moonblade. As soon as she landed, she was swept aside by the last monster. It was too late, and the razor-like claws pierced her steel shoulder pads, dragging her wantonly. The monster's chest splayed open, revealing its inner slime-covered sensory organs and hooked teeth. It bit down on Diana's shoulder, and Diana immediately felt a numbing chill oozing from the wound. She flipped the hilt, holding the knife like a dagger, and plunged deep into the monster's body. The monster howled and let go of its jaw. Black pus flowed from the body. Diana rolled over and ducked, and although the pain was spreading all over her body, she still managed to hold on. Her knife-wielding hand stretched out to the side, and the clouds in the sky began to fade.

The monster tasted her blood, evoking the hunger of its predators. Its body was now all pitch black, glowing with a vicious purple light. The monster's claws were fully extended, turning into a fan wheel of hooks and blades. Otherworldly flesh flowed like hot wax, closing the wound she had just cut.

The spirit stored in Diana's body suddenly ignited, and her mind was filled with the undying hatred of distant times. She saw the many battles of the ancient times, so so violent that the whole world was in flames, this war almost wiped the whole world to nothing, and it still has this power today.

The monster rushed towards Diana, exuding the pure energy of another dimension all over its body.

The clouds dispersed, and a bright moonlight shot down. Diana's scimitar draws on the energy of the moonlight, and the blade ignites a bright fire. She used the executioner's killing momentum, accompanied by the power of light in the night sky, to slash downward, splitting muscles and bones.

With the explosion of white light, the monster's body was torn apart, and it was reduced to ashes under her hard blow. Its flesh melted into the night, and only Diana was left on the mesa, her chest heaving and panting. The divine power she had fused at the top of the Giant Peak had begun to retreat, withdrawing from her body.

A bustling and noisy town came to her mind, coinciding with the empty mesada. Her heart was filled with sadness, even though she had never known about this place. While she was mourning, the scene of memories faded away, and she was Diana again.

The monster vanished, and silver lines flashed on the boulders in the ring. They have been freed from the place of hatred on the other side of the veil and are now beginning to radiate healing power. Diana felt the power permeate the entire field, seep into the rocks, seep into the skeleton of the world.

"Tonight's night sacrifice is done," she said. "This path has been sealed."

She turned to face the moon shadow swaying in the lake. She sensed a calling, tugging at the depths of her soul, leading her forward as always.

"But there's always the next night sacrifice," Diana said.