Tonight, the moonlight was dim.
Tonight, the wind carried a growing chill.
A fine autumn drizzle drifted down from the sky, drop by drop.
But it could not wash away the darkness of the night.
This darkness was steeped in blood. The Magus World was forever marked by such bloodstained nights.
Outside, the chaotic sounds of fighting filled the air. It seemed as though skirmishes were breaking out in every corner of the city.
This was a night of chaotic battles, where no one could remain uninvolved.
Anyone in the Magus World could never truly step outside of it—not even those who claimed to retire with a "golden basin handwashing ceremony."
Waiting in Tension
"How much longer are you going to wait?"
Alex's tone betrayed his impatience.
His impatience stemmed from unease.
And it wasn't just him—Esdeath and Ramond were equally unsettled.