The night enveloped the Fortress of the Morning Wind, with a high concentration of ether filling the land. Against the backdrop of darkness, the magnificent arc light rippled, accompanied by the gentle touch of the breeze, drawing out strands of colorful silk.
The glow of ether is always changing, presenting itself within the human visible spectrum. For condensers, it is also considered a characteristic of themselves, such as Bologue's azure light, and the golden radiance of Aimou, Geoffrey, and others.
In the natural state of ether, it is uncontrolled by any condenser, its brilliance diverse and romantic.
Bologue stood by the window, observing this aurora-like beauty, and once again marveled at the vastness of the world and its colorful diversity.
At times like this, Bologue would feel the blessing of fate, which burdened him with debt but also allowed him to survive, giving him the chance to witness sights he had never touched before.
