Night had fallen.
After the elite team of students left, the vast workshop fell into silence once more.
The floating magic lamp automatically dimmed its brightness, casting a hazy glow.
Ron stood alone by the window, gazing at the dazzling night scenery of the Central Lands through the crystal window.
Those towering mage tower spires glittered under the starlight, like inverted stars.
Yet at this moment, this beauty could not calm the turmoil within his heart.
He gently caressed the exquisite rune gloves in his hand, Liss's earnest and focused expression still vivid in his memory.
Three months of time, every stitch and thread, each rune imbued with the girl's entire devotion.
That pure admiration and attachment, so clear, yet so fragile.
"In the face of the tides of time, individual will always seems so insignificant."
Ron sighed inwardly.
