The Reverse Moon Silver Mark: The Battle of Fate Between Gears and the Wolf Tribe

In the Charles River Hospital at midnight, the smell of disinfectant water intertwined with the bitter scent of moonshinweed permeated the room, and the silence was somewhat oppressive. Seraphina Moore gently pressed the stethoscope against the ribs of the stray cat, and the stethoscope's metal probe carried the warmth of her palm as it slowly fit against the cat's body. The stethoscope's metal probe was also the first heartbeat of the stray cat, and the stethoscope was the first heartbeat of the stray cat's life. At that moment, the hands of the geared wall clock were just pointing to 3:14, and the metallic rubbing sound was particularly harsh in the silent consulting room, as if each sound was cutting into the tranquility. “Bring it to next week to have the stitches removed,” Seraphina said gently to the cat's owner as she tore off the ointment package. Her fingertips gently traced the unfaded collar strangulation at the back of the cat's neck, her brow furrowing slightly as a glimmer of heartache flashed in her eyes. Silver lines loomed beneath the cat's fur, still attempting to manifest the most basic of star charts even when suppressed by the Moon Hidden Ring. The wind outside the window violently lifted the blinds, and moonlight poured in unimpeded, casting Seraphina's shadow clearly on the wall. The wolf's head pendant in the pocket of her white coat also swayed gently with the wind, and the broken diamonds on the pendant marvelously spelled out a half-moon star map under the reflection of the glass, echoing the half-painted graffiti in the cracks of the wall with the juice of the moon god's grass. This seemingly inadvertent coincidence caused an inexplicable premonition to well up in Seraphina's heart, as if there were a pair of invisible hands that were secretly driving everything. “Meowow ......” the cat suddenly purred softly, seeming to feel the atmosphere around the strange. Seraphina gently stroked the cat's head, trying to pacify it. At that moment, there was a metallic clanging sound from the next room, which was sharp and abrupt, like the crunching of a gear breaking. Startled, the cat's tail instantly exploded in fluff and its claws panicked, leaving five shallow marks on Seraphina's white coat. Seraphina quickly pulled off her gloves, and a silver pattern loomed in her palm. This silver pattern was the “sign of animalization” that the Lunar Temple had forbidden, but it had been beating in Seraphina's veins for twenty years. Her eyes flashed with alarm, and she walked quickly towards the third consulting room. “Lila?” shouted Seraphina as she knocked on the door. There was no response from the door, only a faint whimper. Just as her hand touched the door, she was jolted by a force that made her numb. Pushing the door open, the sight in front of her made her heart skip a beat: the Omega Singer, Leela, was curled up on the examining bed, her body trembling slightly, and the Moonveil Collar around her neck had cracked in half, with the gears' parts scattered all over the floor, spelling out the shape of a reverse moon and star map on the tiles in an eerie way - the same as Seraphina had seen in the fire scene when she was eight years old. Seraphina was eight years old when she saw the same thing in the fire. In a flash, her father's dying whisper rang clearly in her mind, “Luna, when you see the star map, go to the old blind man.” Seraphina's eyes flashed with confusion, but it was quickly replaced by determination. She knew that from this moment on, she would be involved in an unknown storm, and it might all be closely related to the secret of the Reverse Moon royal family.