The City of a Thousand Towers would open its gates to every invited visitor—provided the visitors had the ability to find the gate themselves.
This was the rule the Night Sovereign had set for the city, and also part of the authority of "shadow" and "night." Just as practitioners of the Holy Light had to align their words and deeds with its principles in order to safely approach those scorching radiance, visitors to this realm infinitely close to the Divine Kingdom of Shadow also had to meet the requirements of the path of shadow before they could successfully enter this city ruled by eternal night.
The closer one came to a god, the more apparent and inviolable the power of such "symbolic acts" and "specific orders" became.
The good news was that the invited visitors had sufficient wisdom and luck, and successfully found the gate concealed by light and shadow. The bad news was that they also possessed more courage and imagination than necessary—their way of opening the gate was shocking.
It also gave the city's administrator, Prince Nash, quite a jolt. Physically.
The chilly night wind swept over the Dim Palace. Prince Nash became a little more clear-headed in the wind and walked to the edge of the terrace, looking up at the "sky." He saw the dark earth hanging upside down above his head, with patches of continuous lights visible upon it—the temporary encampment of the mortal visitors.
It was nightfall, and Shadow Power's influence over this land had reached its peak.
Since the Night Lady's awakening, the City of a Thousand Towers, which had once manifested physically in the real world, had returned to a certain "mythical state." During the day, it concealed its traces, while at night, it appeared as a kind of "reflection" above the