Sin City's sky was always gray and murky, so darkness fell swiftly as well.
By the time the sun's blurred outline sank behind the distant mountains, night descended at a speed visible to the naked eye.
More precisely, daytime here was far shorter than night.
Of the twelve two-hour periods in a day, daylight never lasted more than four.
Two-thirds of the day was night, which was where the Night Watchmen got their name.
In fact, because Sin City lay in the frigid north of the Xuanwu Continent, the length of day and night alternated throughout the year. There were even three months of polar night each year.
That was also Sin City's most terrifying time, when evil creatures were at their most active. The land ran red with blood, Night Watchmen suffered grievous casualties with no replacements to fill the ranks, and surviving one more day was a gift from fate.
After working for two straight night patrols, Qin He planned to rest for a night and, while he was at it, study the weapon he had just acquired.
This pitch-black thing could be used, but it had yet to take shape. It was still a Weapon Blank, lacking that final touch.
Qin He could not make out what material it was for the moment. It should have been some kind of mineral—extremely hard and extremely heavy.
It was not thick enough to be an axe, not long enough to be a blade, clearly not a staff, and did not even resemble a Wolf Tooth Club.
It was simply a Four-Unlike.
Qin He lit a fire and roasted the Four-Unlike over it, yet the thing did not turn red at all. After burning for ages, it had only grown slightly warm.
One hammer blow, then several more—the hammer