By the time he finished coordinating the defensive preparations with Elias and stood gazing out from a high tower on the city wall, over a dozen hours had passed.
It was now midnight.
Standing at a graystone battlement, Su Zhou, Elias, and several City Guard Captains gazed into the distance, their brows furrowed.
The weather had been terrible lately, and the Gray Mist was growing thicker. This fog, a product of the world's end, was not harmful to people, but it caused various Spiritual Arrays to malfunction. If not for his Five Spirits Colored Scales converting Spiritual Power, Su Zhou's Celestial Human Cycle likely wouldn't even be able to operate under these conditions.
There was almost no light. The ghastly white sun had long since dropped below the horizon. The sparse light of the moon and stars flickered feebly in the murky gray sky, barely managing to bring a faint, almost invisible, glimmer to the land.
