Today, is the coldest day of the "Grey Night period."
Today, is also the time when The Ash Moon ascends to its highest point.
And as a believer of the Dark Sun,
Whether he was drowning his sorrows in the tavern,
Or enjoying the devoted services of those fallen women in the red-light alleys,
Or, delivering street intelligence to the Dark Sun Organization.
When Old Kol lifted his head to gaze intently,
He could always see that terrifying and immense silhouette of the Dark Sun, positioned right at the center of the sky and his field of vision.
It nearly occupied one-tenth of the heavens.
God!
Always watching!
God!
Omnipresent!
Every time Old Kol looked up at that great silhouette of the Dark Sun,
He felt his faith overflowing uncontrollably from the depths of his soul, as if it were his destiny's destination.
Today,
Old Kol was drinking in the Black Blood Tavern as usual.
All of a sudden,
Old Kol vaguely sensed something, and he abruptly looked up at the sky.
Behold!
