(A/N: Kindly read the Time System from the Auxiliary chapter for better understanding.)
The carriage rolled deeper into the city, wheels creaking softly over cobblestones glistening with dew. The streets were quiet, only the occasional torch crackling along the roadside or a shuttered window whispering of life behind closed doors.
Above them, the sky stretched wide and endless, painted in dark velvet with specks of starlight shimmering faintly. Aiden looked outside through the mirror. The blue moon peeps from behind the clouds.
"It must be… what? The Ninth Bell past Solun?" he murmured.
Lysandra glanced at him, arching a brow. "You've grown used to goblin timekeeping, but here in Albinos, humans mark the hour differently."
Arisha smiled faintly, her crimson eyes catching the torchlight. "They read the sky. The Moon has crossed half its path. That makes it the Ninth Strike of Lumir."
Aiden gave a low whistle. *So about what we'd call 'late evening.* He thought.
