The end of the carnival night also marked the grand finale of the City of Wandering's supremacy competition.
The clear-headed citizens still wore traces of yesterday's excitement on their faces, the excessive pleasure turning into an unhealthy hue that lingered on their skin. With expressions signaling "We've overdone it this time," the townspeople flitted back to their districts with feet light as feathers.
Lyle walked along with the stream of Liches, and incredibly, these beings of boundless energy seemed to also be feeling a weariness of the soul, remaining unusually silent throughout their journey.
The gloomy alleyways of Dark Zone Seven were crowded with figures, each face numb as they stared at the nape of the person ahead, and the only sound in the slowly advancing procession was the footsteps that filled the gaps.
The transport portals back to Andrei district must be overloaded again, Mr. Nameless is probably going to go mad.
