A sickly haze of golden glow settled in the sky of Agatha, waiting for the sun to burn it away as mid-dawn arrived.
Chilled air flew across the street and flowed through tree branches that danced peacefully under the moon's glow, even after losing their leaves in the late afternoon.
Burnt leaves lifted and drifted toward the Blackscale Citadel, following the direction of the moving wind.
The large window on the third floor of the Citadel had frozen. When the leaves slammed against it once, they fell softly onto the outside sill. Inside, sharp breath splashed against the other side of the glass, keeping it warm despite the frost on the exterior.
Hei Yung stood there scratching his chin with his left fingers while staring at the bruised shade of the violet and slate sky.
'It's time I inform him,' he said to himself. He pulled a mini-smart device from his trouser pocket, a puck not meant for Agatha's data transmission.
