"This is what I know...everything about the Night of the Holy Arrival."
In the long tunnel, Lorenzo leaned against the mottled carriage of the steam subway, Merlin and Arthur sat opposite him.
Exhaling a faint puff of smoke, it rose and dissipated into the murky air, seemingly smoking too much made his throat hurt, Lorenzo coughed strongly a few times, throwing the cigarette butt from his hand, unknowingly several had already piled up at his feet.
"What a long night it is."
Merlin broke the death-like silence, not knowing whether to be happy or sad, only able to sigh helplessly from the audience's perspective.
"Indeed, it's really long, sometimes I feel the Night of the Holy Arrival hasn't ended, its aftermath still interfering with the whole world."
Lorenzo sighed lightly, recalling those memories wasn't pleasant.
