The night had ended and it was eventful. The daystar slowly rise up from the horizon, ushering a bright and breezy morning.
Inside the main building, on the balcony of the second level.
Al'ravee stared silently at the distant daystar while floating on the very edge of the balcony, awaiting its warmth and light. He had his arms behind his back and his legs were out together, this was his first daylight on this planet.
Down below, the surviving inhabitants of the fortress went about, rearranging the fortress, cleaning up the bodies for a mass incineration, and fixing the damages.
As the daystar rose higher by the minute, the light coming from his body reduced, until it was completely gone.
Al'ravee didn't know why but he felt that there seemed to be way more people than last night.
Al'ravee's true self was now exposed to the world of Tavron. His gray skin, and multicolored hair, they could see it now.