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... as they waited for whatever was coming from the moon.

Considering it was now red, and from Earth, they could see two large wings spread out behind the moon.

Nobody knew what was happening, but they knew the two strongest on Earth were away, so it was probably them doing something.

But that was far from the truth.

Queenie and Queen Lunara were indeed on the moon, but aside from sitting back and watching a glowing red crystal hovering in the air, everything seemed ...

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