The light is out.

Even late at night.

Even early in the morning.

The inn’s light, which was always on, was out.

Should I feel uneasy?

Or should I think it’s no big deal? The emotion I felt with my calm and collected senses was anxiety rather than surprise.

There was a strange magical energy emanating from the inn. It was a powerful and eerie magical energy that couldn’t be compared to that of a single adventurer or a mage.

Now I understand.

Why the inn’s light was out.

And why the apostle was in the north, it’s finally starting …