Morning had not yet fully arrived.
The faint light of the sun was just rising from behind the horizon, keeping the sky suspended between the darkness of night and the brightness of day.
In one of the rooms of the Church of Eternity, Daniel quietly opened his eyes. His hours-long meditation had come to an end.
His mind was completely clear. No fatigue remained, no confusion, no intrusive thoughts. Only a deep calm flowed through his being.
He sat motionless on the bed for a few seconds, then his gaze fell outside the window. The holy city was slowly waking up.
The sound of church bells, the movement of believers on the stone streets, and the golden light of the sun shining on the city's white domes.
This city, though young in its new identity, had adapted well to it, growing more alive day by day.
But today, his destination was elsewhere: the Central Magic Tower.
