The sky was late, the moon and stars sparse.
Traversing the river of time, the Candle Knight, who came from future ages, walked alone through the dim and desolate alleys.
The night in Constantinople was not peaceful. The news of the Ottomans gathering a large army at Adrian Castle could not be concealed from Constantinople, which guarded the straits. The vast transport fleet of the Ottomans instilled fear.
The citizens of the Empire were worried, and streets were filled with prayers.
"Our Lord Jesus Christ, I call upon Your mercy..."
"Hallelujah, the glory of the Heavenly Father, please descend upon the world!"
In contrast to the desolate and dilapidated Constantinople, akin to a countryside, the Venetian concession just across a wall was brightly lit and teeming with voices, seemingly holding some grand ceremony, causing Losa to instinctively frown.
