He pointed to the center of the city, the "Torch of Light" that emitted a soft halo even in daylight, "… everything flows toward there! Do you see the light at the top? After night falls, does it feel more… 'filled'? Like a heart beating in the darkness!"
And the black-and-white dragon perched atop the torch, all deeply intriguing the curiosity of these mages.
It's a pity, here they dare not be unruly, only able to ponder in their hearts.
The Elf Mage nodded solemnly, her gaze tightly locked onto the elusive glow at the top of the torch: "That's correct. It's like a massive vortex core, absorbing these… 'night's gifts'. What exactly are the Night Watchers preparing? This ceremony is definitely not just a memorial."
Her beautiful face was filled with solemnity and uncontrollable curiosity.
She even felt, it might not be merely a power and authority struggle, so ordinary.
Surely something greater is brewing?
But they couldn't see clearly at all.
