The flightless Varangi Guard was defeated in the sky, while the Fire Thieves, capable of flying through the Cloud Sea, were captured underground.
"Stand over there."
"Don't look around!"
The knights roughly separated the Fire Thieves from the ordinary people. The way this war had ended left them deeply dissatisfied.
"Guests from another world, we can talk."
Brandt glanced at the other side. According to Kubo, the eldest-looking elder among the Fire Thieves was called Kumas—the oldest Fire Thief.
"Don't forget your status, prisoner."
Brandt's expression was devoid of warmth, even cold. He already knew what the Fire Thieves could become inside the Sacred Fire Altar. Lord Ryan clearly had no intention of making great use of these Fire Thieves.
Crossing the crowd in the underground space, Brandt walked straight to the lake shimmering with light and shadows. The water was clear and cool, but in this world of ice, that coolness was exceptionally warm. Fish drifting beneath the surface were clearly visible, their bodies so clean they seemed transparent, gathering in groups by the lakeshore without any awareness of the dangers outside.
Brandt also saw the algae Kubo had mentioned. It was a type of kelp-like algae growing densely in the depths of the lakebed, naturally containing salt. This lake sustained more than a thousand people.
Yes, this so-called Utopia only had a thousand people. This underground space could only support a thousand people.
As for the soldiers previously seen amid the snow? Their thick clothing made it clear that they did not live by this lake all year round. The temperature here was warm enough that people would not feel cold even in thin linen clothes.
Beneath the floating islands of the Fire Thieves, there was also a strict hierarchy.
"There is an aura of great power here."