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As dusk fell, the capital of Palante, Helsaraym, was softly illuminated by the dim anti-aircraft lights, and the people on the streets moved with the urgent air of wartime.
The silhouette of the Council building stood out even more prominently against the night sky, like a lighthouse nearing extinction.
Behind one brightly lit window of the high-rise buildings, Lanci's solemn face was seen meticulously at work, discussing matters with his secretary.
The secretary, who had originally been full of awe and slightly restrained, gradually began to relax his tense posture and close the distance between them due to Lanci's speech.
Outside of the Shadow World.
It was just past eight in the morning at Ichrite Academy.
The Jera Memorial Square with its outdoor giant screen and surrounding steps basked in the radiant sunlight.
