The sky was already darkening when Kyrian finally left the plaza, the twilight painting the horizon in shades of orange and purple that slowly dissolved into the deep blue of night.
The last people were still walking through the streets of Sky Caravan, their voices creating a constant murmur that filled the air, discussing the treasures acquired during the great auction, the fortunes spent, and the opportunities lost.
Some families were already beginning to return to their residences, while merchants gathered some of the goods displayed during the past few days, their stalls being dismantled one by one.
The Heavenly Descent Festival had ended. And, for Kyrian, his stay in Sky Caravan was also coming to an end.
He walked alongside Sun Luguo and Lio Han for several minutes in silence, the three of them immersed in their own thoughts.
The three did not have much more to say. During those days, they had spent some time together, sharing knowledge and experiences.
