Aiden finally gave in to the messages barraging his phone after letting out a grunt of annoyance. With a dazed look, he let his hand fumble around the nightstand, eventually holding his phone after a few tries and opened it to numerous messages on the group from his friends.

Eyes still half closed, he went through the messages, “Look at the night, the moon looks so red!” “The moon is beautiful today!” “The night sky is breathtaking, look outside your window!” “There’s no way you want to miss the moon today!” Due to his habit of sleeping in complete darkness, with curtains closed, he didn’t, on instinct, immediately turn around to look outside the window near his bed, which caused his gaze to linger around longer to find a letter on the nightstand.

Huh? I don’t remember placing anything else here?

When he held the letter though, a symbol embossed on it immediately caught his attention. It was of a secret society he made along with his friends when they were kids. Friends who had one by one disappeared from his life. He opened it to find only a single piece of paper, and some liquid dripping on his palm.

Quickly transitioning to a sitting posture while he grasped the paper in one hand, he turned on the lamp with the other. His eyes widened, pupils dilating, as he looked at the hand holding the paper, which soon began shaking as dark red liquid kept sliding off the paper to stain his hand.

Is it blood?

Containing his fear, he concentrated his gaze onto the paper which had some messy words written over it with the same liquid.

“Don’t look at the moon!”

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The Great Smog brought countless incomprehensible disasters. Turns out it wasn’t unity that worked, but fragmentation. The government relocated people from cities to towns across the lands, thinning out the population. It worked, the number of disasters witnessed a drastic decline, making it manageable for the government to deal with.

Years after The Great Smog, Aiden Spencer has come across such incomprehensible disasters, one even in his home.

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Conditional Magic - It fascinated me when I read about it, so this is the magic in my novel.

Major themes - Magic and Corruption.
Minor themes - Fate and Free will.

Major tags - Magic, Mystery, Mythical races, Damaged civilization, Portals, Multiple Worlds.

Minor tags - Academy, Horror/Ghosts, Slice of life, Potatoes.

The name of the book is slightly end game so sorry if it doesn’t match in your head while you read the novel.