Chapter 27: Late Night Walk (Rewritten)
Sunny had found himself on an unfamiliar bed under an unfamiliar ceiling. He slowly rose up, stretching his body for a moment. As he looked around the room he was in, he realized that it was quite luxurious; what he would normally expect out of the upper class.
’I guess everything went well?’
In truth, Sunny had no idea what had happened after he fell asleep. However, he could deduce that he wasn’t in any mortal danger, as he wasn’t in a jail cell currently.
Not that such a mundane thing could contain him. Shadow Step was simply too powerful.
He looked down at his clothes, finding himself only wearing his shirt and pants. Normally that would have been fine, but Jarilo-VI was simply too cold to not wear a jacket. It was fine since he was indoors, but he wasn’t planning to stay inside for long.
A divine shadow such as himself could not be confined to a room!
Summoning the Finality’s Farewell, he used Shadow Step to appear outside of the hotel he was just in. He looked up at the night sky of Belobog, before walking aimlessly in a random direction.
The streets of Belobog, bathed in the soft, silvery light of the moon, seemed to hum with a quiet, almost mournful energy. The air was crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of iron and snow. Above, the sky stretched in a canvas of deep indigo, dotted with stars that flickered like distant, forgotten lanterns. Street lamps lined the avenues, their pale glow casting long, distorted shadows on the cobblestone roads, which twisted and turned like veins through the heart of the city.
A chill settled over the city, a reminder of the unrelenting winter that gripped Belobog with a frozen hand. The towering structures of steel and stone, built to withstand the harshest of elements, loomed like silent sentinels in the night. Their facades were etched with intricate patterns of frost, delicate and crystalline in the dark. Between them, narrow alleys seemed to pulse with the faintest echoes of life — distant laughter, the shuffle of boots on ice, the occasional murmur of a hurried conversation that cut through the stillness.
And yet, despite the cold and the gloom, there was a certain beauty in Belobog’s night. The snow, gentle as it fell, clung to the city like a blanket, transforming the harsh, frozen world into something softer, quieter. The light from the streetlamps danced upon the ice, casting shimmering reflections on the glistening roads, where each step seemed to leave a brief, delicate imprint. It was a beauty born of necessity, carved into the heart of a place that had learned to survive against the odds.
Despite the state of this planet, Sunny couldn’t help but think that Belobog had a strange appeal to it. He wasn’t quite sure how to describe it, but he wouldn’t mind living here for the rest of his life — which was impossible due to a few problems he had.