Night dawns on the lands, immersing them into a gravely silence. The shadows of the night are creeping in, slowly surrounding the areas. Other than the occasional cries of the cicadas, nothing else is making a single sound.
Midnight strikes and the houses in Ezealyra are completely shrouded in darkness. Not even a soul is in sight of the dreary streets. Several people are sleeping on the roads, settled into an uneasy escape from their daily struggles, embracing their slumber.
In the middle of the cold and silent night, a shadow is gliding through the long road. The person does not spare a single glance at the line of homeless people who are suffering everyday. Instead, he keeps on walking ahead, intent on only one goal.
He continues along the street at an unusual pace, going ahead until he reaches the
