The moon roared. Link drew his sword. The carnival was over, but the dawn was finally within reach.
Link didn't answer. He didn't need to. He adjusted the straps of his shield and felt the various masks at his hip—the wooden Deku, the heavy Goron, the sleek Zora. They weren't just tools; they were the spirits of the fallen, lending him their strength for one last stand. TLOZ-MM-USA-(Update11)-DecrTD-CIA-Ziperto.rar
"You've come to play again?" the Skull Kid chirped, his voice a distorted echo of a child's laugh. "But the playground is almost gone." The moon roared
He reached into his tunic and pulled out the Ocarina of Time. Its blue surface caught the sickly, orange glare of the sky. Above him, the Moon didn’t just hang; it loomed, a jagged face of spiteful rock and burning eyes, so close that Link could hear the low, rhythmic thrumming of its descent. Link didn't answer