Chapitre 585: Briefing

The brown color reached into the horizon and stretched almost endlessly. Soft winds picked up debris from the frail terrain, lifting thin clouds that couldn't do anything against Cegnore's red star.

The place was lifeless and slightly cold. It would even look empty to an ordinary human's eyes, but Khan was different. The symphony spoke to him through colors only he could see. The area lacked brighter shades, but they existed far in the distance.

"Is the night close?" Khan wondered, his gaze locked on the horizon. "I have yet to connect my phone."

"The night is six hours away," Caspar responded. "It will be darkness for fourteen hours after that."

Khan was already aware of that but felt like getting a second opinion. He didn't know how much he could trust Mister Cirvags' report, but the data about Cegnore seemed to be on point.