It was getting late at night.

This was the time when cooking smoke vanished from the buildings and streets, and everything was enveloped by darkness.

The magical lamps that illuminated the city had been crippled by a fissure made in the ground earlier, and even those that remained intact were destroyed by demonic beasts, plunging Strigol's nighttime into deep darkness. Makeshift lamps had yet to be adequately set up, leaving the city wrapped in darkness in all but a few key locations.

「……Target movement detected」