At the edge of the City of Nightfall, a dim wall of mist stood before Gawain and Amber, stretching in every direction as though it had no end, as though it separated two worlds. Near the mist, the already twisted, piled-up buildings of the City of Nightfall appeared even more bizarre, while the bustling crowds of "people" on the streets all stopped a hundred meters away from the wall of fog.
Gawain stopped and looked up at the swirling mist before him. "This is the exit?"
"Yes, this is the exit from the City of Nightfall. Once you pass through this mist, you will return to the real world," Morning Star said with a slight nod. "The current destination is near the camp in the forest and wilderness."
Gawain nodded, then looked back in the direction from which he had come. He saw rows upon rows of buildings extending into the distance along streets that shifted between reality and illusion. Pale streetlamps dotted the dim roads like stars, and many indistinct figures seemed to be watching from afar. Some were natives of the Shadow Realm, while others were descendants of Lost Ones with human-like features, like Morning Star.
"...If I had the time, I would like to stay in this city for a few more days," Gawain said casually. "I am genuinely interested in how you live here and how this city normally operates. I am also curious how the descendants of Lost Ones from other countries, who live alongside you, view the 'outside world.'"
"Yes, if there were time, I would also like to introduce my home to the two of you in greater detail," Morning Star said with a smile. "But more important matters await you, so it is time to say goodbye—but rest assured, the gates of