A dense layer of clouds blotted out the silver moon, casting only a faint halo in the sky.
The weak moonlight couldn't even delineate shadows. In the pitch-black Dragon City, only sporadic fires offered some illumination.
The exception was the northernmost end of Dragon City, where an extraordinary golden light descended from the sky, parting the oppressive darkness of the night.
It was the direction of the Holy Mountain, the sacred place of the Glorious Church, where the Holy Light Cathedral was located.
This pillar of holy light, never extinguished day or night, served as an eternal lighthouse in the profound darkness, leading those who had lost their way with hope and direction.
Night after night, it was the same.
The crisp sound of horse hooves echoed as a four-wheeled carriage, pulled by three tall horses, slowly approached the Holy Light Cathedral.
The night watch guards, instead of stopping the carriage, stood tall and formed a welcoming ceremonial formation.
