“Do you know what’s happening?” Angel asked Canaan.
Canaan shook his head: “I’ve been in Lassudral for almost ten years, this is the first time I’ve seen the light source of the Void Tower go out, and I don’t know what’s happened.”
Angel also posed the question to Fafnir, who didn’t even lift her eyes to look, indifferent to the change from day to night. Moreover, compared to the bright daylight, she actually preferred the night.
“Could it be that the orb of the Void Tower has run out of energy?”
Canaan shook his head: “The Void Tower is the hub of Lassudral if there were no energy there, Lassudral would collapse as well.”
Hearing Canaan’s words left Angel somewhat surprised. It was the first time he heard that the Void Tower was the hub of Lassudral. Frankly, he only knew the name of the Void Tower but never inquired about its purpose. Because Angel never imagined that one day, he would set foot inside the inner city of Lassudral.
“The Void Tower is the hub of Lassudral? Its function is to provide energy?” Angel asked, curious.
“Actually, I’m not very clear on it, but I’ve heard from other half-blood demons that the Void Tower was set up by a Demon God in ancient times. It can absorb energy drifting in the Void, thus maintaining Lassudral from never falling and its eternal light.” Canaan paused, then continued, “Besides, there are some secrets within the Void Tower that are not known to ordinary beings, it seems to have the characteristic akin to a gate between layers. But I’ve only heard about it; I have never truly been there. Aside from great demons, others are obliged to stop at the threshold.”
Angel nodded, not delving deeper into the true function of the Void Tower. At the moment, he was more curious about what exactly was going on with the day-night transition.
In the end, however, Angel didn’t get an answer.
The night continued without reversal, and the demons returned to their own territories, starting to adapt to the life after the day-night changes.
“Actually, the night is not too bad, it’s rare to see such a scene,” Canaan said, looking at the distant Lassudral. The once grand and brilliant buildings were now hidden by the darkness of night, leaving only the twinkling lights that at a distance resembled a starry sky, possessing a different kind of beauty.
“Our shop is quite dark too, we need to set up some lights.” Canaan suddenly seemed inexplicably excited, jumped down from the roof, gathered a bunch of sparkling things from nowhere, and began decorating the narrow wooden hut.
Angel laughed softly but did not stop Canaan’s actions.
He stared into the distance at the lights, somewhat transfixed.
Meanwhile, at the balcony of the Hunting Museum, Night opened the door and stepped out, its face’s flame pattern had subtly faded a great deal. With the brash and fierce pattern less apparent, its handsome features gradually revealed themselves.
Night looked up in the direction of the Void Tower, and a startling brilliance suddenly flickered in his calm eyes.
“It has finally come.”
Inside the Void Tower, in a spacious circular hall, several demons of varying appearances were gathering together.
If Angel had been there, he would recognize Yadasai, who had previously attacked him, among these demons.
All of the demons present were the great demons who resided in Lassudral.
The usually imperious great demons now wore solemn expressions.
In the midst of them, a flame flickered, suspended in mid-air.
The flame itself was ordinary, but what was not was the faint green mark that sporadically emerged within it.
This was the mark of the Lord of the Flameless.