Ninety

The sun sets slowly in the sky, casting its last warm light over the town of Philipia.

The sky is painted in hues of pink, orange, and purple as the sun's light retracts, the colors fading as the night rolls in.

The day gives way to the evening and the once lively outdoors become still and quiet as the sun bids farewell for the day.

The sky turns a deep shade of indigo, the stars and the moon taking its place and lighting up the world below in a different, more subtle way.

The torches around the town flicker to life, its orange and red glow casting a light down to the people who walk by, emitting a shadow that seems to grow lighter as they pass by.

Jannah, where are you? The Marques called out to the Countess through their mental communication link, his eyes scanning the area ahead, but the familiar sight of his friend's figure can't be seen.

Town hall. Came a quick reply, sounding clear and urgent.