The sky was still dusk a moment ago, without any intermediary processes—it seemed that, in the next instant when no one was paying attention, it had jumped straight to night.
A crescent moon hung abruptly in the sky without any warning.
And at the sight of that moon, Aiwass even paused for a moment.
Considering the phase of the moon, it was likely that the New Moon Ritual would have to be held tomorrow night.
But...
...could it be so soon?
Aiwass clearly remembered that when they had arrived, there should have been five or six days left till the new moon. Could it be that the flow of time here was not only chaotic daily, but even between days as well?
He suddenly grew worried—hoping they wouldn't skip his New Moon Ritual.
Eagle Cape Village was a bit eerie. Now Aiwass wasn't even sure of the date anymore.
Just then, Aiwass felt the floor beneath him begin to cool.
He reached out to Sherlock as if asking for a scalpel, like a chief surgeon: "Candle."
