The night crept deeper over the sky of the Imperial capital. The life of the magic-powered metropolis, once noisy and filled with the bustling activities of nobles and high-ranking adventurers, slowly began to sink into a dense silence. The mana streetlights installed along the natural stone sidewalks began to dim automatically one by one, leaving only a faint glow from the nocturnal oil lanterns hanging on wrought-iron poles with antique motifs.
The night sky was clear, devoid of storm clouds; a full moon acting as the astral pivot hung immensely high up there, casting a cold, silvery luminescence that seeped through the crevices of the architectural structures to illuminate the grand and authoritative rows of the city's slate-tiled roofs.
