Due to the cyclical fluctuations of the Magic surrounding the earth, on a clear winter night, one often sees more stars than in a summer night.
Under the windless night sky, the dark blue heavens were filled with stars. The sky, carrying countless splendid fantasies of humans for thousands of years, resembled a layer of glazed glass overturned upon this world, crystal-clear and beautiful yet utterly unreachable. The man-made lights flickered in this newly-born city like a projection of the celestial bodies on earth—Veronica stood quietly in this city, unfamiliar to her, with a gentle Holy Light surrounding her, isolating her from the cold winter air.
A steady and powerful but unmasked sound of footsteps came from behind, followed by the voice of the Grand Duke who had returned from death: "Not fond of the banquet's environment?"
