Light City, Red Lake.
A knight clad in armor sat above the lake surface, his hands open, gently resting on his knees.
It is said that all the radiance of this world will fall here.
Of course... that is only what's said.
To the west of the West Continent, night still exists.
Light City is called the "Land of the No-Sundown" because the power of the Light Fire covers it. Even when the last ray of light falls below the horizon, the sky remains illuminated, and it has been ninety-three consecutive years without a sunset, constantly in daylight.
"Mr. Jia Wei..."
An elderly man with a long white robe and beard smiled and spoke. He called out as he walked from the lakeside barefoot atop the crystal-clear Red Lake shimmering like amber.
The ripples spread outward, yet he did not sink, as if on solid ground.
"Second Elder." Jia Wei slowly looked up, the eyes inside his mask clear like the waters of the lake beneath him.
"You've been sitting here for ten days already."
