The last rays of twilight slowly faded away at the end of the horizon, a leaden night sky blanketed with thick mists, and cold-toned stars cascaded down in layers, the night of Heaven grand and austere, yet stunning.
Gazing downward from the highest step, the bustling capital of the Seven Gods came into view.
The bustling Magic Levitating Trains shuttled past the closely arranged ancient buildings, soaring along the contours of the starry river, straight into the clouds. The streets were flourishing and lively, and with the coming of nightfall, one after another Lamp of the Seven Gods was lit.
But all the earthly bustle had nothing to do with Merlin.
He found it only noisy.
The God of Law, the Faceless One, the one with pure white pupils, the youngest demigod, His Excellency Merlin Andre, had always enjoyed smooth sailing in his life.
Merlin Andre's life had never encountered a mountain to climb, an opponent worth battling, nor a problem that perplexed him,
