The brilliant skies had turned pitch black with the luminescence of the moon serving as its only source of light.
Across the expanse of the skies was a blue and dark hue, cascaded within it, like a canvas of art, hand-written with such magnificence that it left a lasting impression on all those who looked up at it.
It was a splendour of the night, glowing an ethereal aqua-blue on the sandy plains of the desert.
While the skies were filled with colour, the border town was filled with life.
The people who were once hidden and restricted themselves were out in the open, mingling with one another.
The streets were filled with oil lamps and the buildings were livelier than they had ever been before.
The Five Pillars had come to its downfall on this day, and only one body remained to fix up the broken city of Border Town. That was the Cat Guild, in partnership with their urban legend, the Blind Swordsman.
