A glowing sun sank slowly behind the mountains and laid orangish-red stripes over the vast land below.
Unlike the Red Mist, this particular shade of red was pure and untainted.
Ursrook liked to ascend the peak of the mountain and bask in a slanting beam of sunshine while admiring the sky above him.
He could have flown higher, but he did not want his magic power to break the momentary silence under the canopy of the dusky sky.
He felt the sky, flooded with sheets of red and purple lights and interspersed with gilded clouds, was now almost within his reach.
It was a very rare experience.
Most of the time, he was enveloped by the Red Mist hovering over his head. Although he liked the Red Mist, it created a barrier between him and the sky.
He was probably one of the few of his kind who did not like staying at the Birth Tower.
Yet Ursrook did not regard himself as an outlander.
