In the ruins of the Elves, the sky had completely darkened.
But unlike the outside world, not a single star could be seen in the sky aside from the moon... Perhaps because everywhere shimmered with a bluish glow.
There were also globes of light similar to fireflies, suspended at different heights in the void. Elegant whispers murmured softly in Annan's ears.
Of course, Annan couldn't see those ghosts with necks like potted plants, but unfortunately... he had already known the true nature of these firefly-like lights when he had borrowed Xitan Pulan's perspective.
For someone who knew nothing, this was undoubtedly a beautiful scene—
The ruins glowing faintly with light, imbued with a sense of history, and light globes that floated in the void like soap bubbles, swaying. Under the quiet moonlit sky, a gentle and slightly cool night breeze...
But for Annan, who knew the truth, the other invisible scene might be more sanity-draining.