The moon roared. Link drew his sword. The carnival was over, but the dawn was finally within reach.
The Skull Kid hovered a few yards away, the vibrant, pulsing colors of Majora’s Mask clashing against the dying light. The mask’s eyes—huge, amber orbs—seemed to blink. TLOZ-MM-USA-(Update11)-DecrTD-CIA-Ziperto.rar
The air in Clock Town didn’t taste like the sweet dust of the Carnival of Time anymore. It tasted like metallic static—the kind of ozone that precedes a lightning strike, but one that had been held in place for three days. The moon roared