At the platform level of the Magic Energy Train Station in the imperial capital, Herram, the early winter morning was tinged with a faint ray of dawn.
Although the sun had not fully risen, the pale blue sky began to refract light, giving the city-state, filled with towering buildings and ancient architecture, a touch of comforting warmth.
Today was the first weekend after March.
There was a faint white mist on the rails, formed by the dew evaporated from the previous night, making the nearby Demon Energy Train unusually quiet, with only occasional hoots and mechanical sounds startling people.
Standing on the platform, near the station sign, was Lanci. He was dressed in a diamond-striped waistcoat, and draped over him a dark gray cloak. He looked up at the timetable on the holographic screen, then shifted his gaze to the distant end of the tracks shrouded in fog, seemingly convinced that he would soon see the incoming train.
"Hi."
