After the small boat sailed out of the Inner City, it soon left the water surface, amidst slight shaking, carrying the sound of trickling water. It soared higher and higher under the astonished gazes of people along the riverbanks.
The height gradually surpassed the spire of the Marlan Temple, where several priests were looking up in this direction. The courtyard was planted with towering plain flowers, white as snow; the black tiles on the majestic buildings reflected the last faint, dull red glow of the sky, slowly fading away.
The only thing left in view was the Quistack clock tower, standing solitary, where a few workers were checking the hanging clocks but did not look this way.
In the twilight, two flying dragons came from afar—
