On the snowfield known as the Land of Perpetual Night in the northern continent, at midnight, a strange spectacle was unfolding.
Usually engulfed in a lengthy darkness, with stars twinkling and moonlight spilling, only silvery light would cast shadows on the snow-covered land.
Suddenly, the edges of the fluttering snowflakes began to sparkle, as if countless golden stars were descending upon the earth.
The light gradually became brighter, and it was not the cold silver-white, but a warm golden hue.
These points of light slowly spread, diffusing and converging into a dazzling sea of light.
The snowfield awoke in this interplay of golden and silver light, rekindled, turning into a dreamlike world where the sun and moon shone together.
Watching the Count of the Blood Clan struggling in the distance, Lanci confirmed that Siegler had closed her eyes and removed his hand from covering them.
