The long twilight had ended, and night had fallen.
The electric lights were turned on, dispelling the darkness in the room. Taran El stood by the window, frowning as he gazed at the streets outside—The gas lamps illuminated the street, and occasionally, one could see Knowledge Guards with watchdogs appearing near the intersections. Other than that, the entire city seemed dead under the nightfall, empty and silent.
After an unknown amount of time, he withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the piles of materials and books on his desk, sighing almost imperceptibly.
He had organized these things before the sunset. Next, he needed to pack them up and send them to the university library—where there was a new office, blessed by the wisdom god and with many sacred protections, that would allow him to safely conduct research and reading.