After stretching for a while, Talon finally started moving. Since the time was still very early, the number of people moving throughout the city was way less than normal. The ones that were awake at the time were mainly guards going through their shifts and other workers, grumpily heading to their early jobs.
The atmosphere was weirdly serene and calm. The beautiful night sky illuminated the corners of the stone-paved streets and reflected on the walls of the buildings in every corner. Aridopolis certainly had a certain charm during the night that differentiated it from the day.
It felt like this massive city was now simply frozen in time, devoid of people and their colorful lives. It was now more like a painting, drawn with the careful brush of a dedicated artist.