The air cooled as dusk surrendered to the night, the previously vibrant hues of the horizon now replaced by a blanket of twinkling stars. I sat on a grassy patch, away from the light pollution of the nearby village. My location offered a clear view of the celestial bodies overhead, their ethereal glow reflecting off the Singularity type Pawn Grade Spirit orb cradled in my hands. The orb itself hummed with energy, a tranquil rhythm that resonated with the night's serenity.
I reached into my Nightfall Mantle, its fabric still retaining the warmth of my body. The touch felt comforting, familiar, akin to the sensation of reuniting with an old friend. My fingers found the scroll within the mantle's secret pocket, its surface rough against my touch. Drawing it out, I unfurled the parchment, revealing the cultivation technique of the Spirit Mountain Sect that I had gotten from Yaretzi.