Leaving Elomont and his retinue behind, the city of Mosan unfolded before Atticus' eyes.
Compared to the dry, cracked wasteland outside, the city brimmed with life. Paved roads stretched across the landscape, skyscrapers towered toward the heavens, and hover cars sped through spotless streets.
Even the people looked refined and well dressed. Robes, suits, casual wear. It felt like a functioning civilization. An actual civilization.
Though amidst the crowd, Atticus also caught sight of numerous hunters… gods.
Almost instinctively, his arm shifted closer to his blade. Yet each one either completely ignored their large group or merely cast intense glances their way before continuing onward.
The answer soon came when Gladious began speaking about the city.
