Above Beastfall City, a shimmering dome of light enveloped the sprawling urban mass. Not a single drop of rain made it past the barrier. Instead, the downpour clung to its surface, flowing in synchronized, mesmerizing streams—almost like the city itself was breathing, all of it funneling toward some unseen point.
Ethan looked up, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
"They're collecting Skywater," Inugoro explained, his deep voice like gravel rolling in a drum.
Ethan nodded slowly. So, Beastfall City figured out how to harvest water like this. He took a longer look at the city's architecture, his interest freshly piqued. It reminded him of Earth—at least the comfort of civilization after days of traversing the merciless desert. The buildings here, carved from smooth, pale stone, felt like palaces compared to the wastelands they'd crossed. And best of all, there were people.
"Sir! Looking for a place to stay? We've got everything—humans, beastkin—your pick!"
