In this fleeting moment, the Talronde Continent, illuminated by countless artificial lights and decorative facades, fell into about two seconds of silence and darkness—all transportation halted, all lights extinguished, all projection walls faded back to their original dull form, the Great Shield vanished in a flicker, and the icy cold winds of the Arctic Ocean rushed into this closed kingdom like an era descending upon it. Beyond the horizon, in a 'twilight' phase of the polar day, the primitive, unfiltered sunset light for the first time in millions of years directly shone upon the land of dragons.
