Night had already fallen.
Even at night, the Twilight Sea was far better than the light-loss regions. If a Heaven Pillar Mountain was large enough, the magic array carved into it during its initial construction would give it a state resembling moonlight at night, with only its peak glowing when darkness arrived, cycling between the two each day.
This was the first time Ruger had learned that even the moonlight over the Twilight Sea carried a faint yellow cast, as though its strength were about to give out.
A false moon was still a false moon.
Ruger briefly closed his eyes to meditate again, then ended his practice.
The island was unimaginably vast. It was not just the visual impact-the carriage had been racing along all this time and still had yet to arrive.
Ruger leaned toward the carriage window and gazed into the distance.
Even with his eyes wide open and his limited ability to see in the dark, he could not make out the island's far edge. On Kurt's little island, he would only get a view like this once the carriage had descended completely.
"This is as big as a hundred of Lord Kurt's islands," Mahama marveled beside him.
Ruger thought that was a little exaggerated, but not far off.
The night deepened, and the silver carriage streaked through the sky toward the great beast crouching in the distant darkness.
The dim yellow moon could no longer provide much light.
It was a beautiful yet eerie sight.
Ruger sat by the window, his canine head poking outside.
The sea breeze ruffled his fur. He had already taken out the Weighty Book and held it in his hand. With his quiet demeanor, he looked every bit the cultured wizard with a dragonkin bloodline-and he was ready to bash