When Nick Ironfort awakened from the long mirage, he saw not the familiar ceiling but a silver starry sky that has long gone into night.
The night that came after the abnormality of daylight had always been the same—stars were brighter than the twin moons, and thanks to the dazzling specks of light the night glow was almost the same as a gloomy day. Perhaps still groggy after just coming to, the young dwarf mumbled subconsciously.
"Whose light is that?"
"Who knows. It might be the Seven."
Nick heard the familiar voice of girl then, the faint and slightly voice was wafting from his opposite direction. "You really took your time to wake up."
