Nightfall was deepening, and the frigid Creation of the World hung high in the night sky. Under its pallid luminescence, the entire City-State had fallen into silence.
In the second-floor corridor of an antique shop in the Lower City District, Duncan stood before a small window, quietly gazing at the silent street outside. The roofs, undulating under the chilly glow, and the pipes and valves sprawling across them, lay still.
In a far-off view, he saw the Homeloss sailing across the heaving Endless Sea, following the course of the Sea Mist to the north through the dark night.
Here, however, he watched over the entire City-State, utilizing the ubiquitous "perception" to scan every corner of Prande.
He slightly raised his eyes to see the invisible "mists" that continued to hover above the city.