[SWE] imminent

Returning from a late-night hunt, Edmund looked up and spotted the new moon. Fur bristling, the molten tiger snarled through bloodstained fangs. Caido's followers certainly would have their hands full with whatever this moon. Yet it loomed over Torchline just as it did every other region. His childhood home and territory. Letting out a deep breath of embers, Edmund stalked closer to the city. The Ancients, his family, his friends. What was his and whom he loved. If that moon posed a threat to them, he'd find a way to burn it down from the sky himself. It may be the responsibility of Caido's followers to right wrongs as Mother says, but the Ancient could practically taste the destructive chaos in the air. His conscience screamed out to help but a more primal part crooned at the thought of such bloodshed. Perhaps he could indulge once he'd ensured his people were taken care of? Edmund molten fur, molten heart