It was hours later when night fell on the megacity. The streets emptied, and most went back home or to wherever they lived. Some gathered together and partook the various nighttime venues with the help of various vices.
Much like any other megacity in the galaxy.
The Temple grounds were also incredibly quiet and dark. Its massive doors had been shut and locked tight, and the streets were completely silent and bare. There was an occasional cleaning drone here and there, but otherwise not a single person was out.
Up above was a different story altogether. The Accursed Bootlegger swooped towards the Temple with its signals at the absolute minimum. It glided serenely over to the Seminary’s roof as its landing gear folded out, then landed.