The prince's group had been moving through the Upper District. Without realizing it, they had led the [Loving Mother] in a wide circle and arrived at the highest side of the Upper District.
The Upper District was surrounded by walls. In some places, they were merely simple barriers, while in others, they were as thick and imposing as city walls.
This was where the wall was thickest.
The difference in elevation was immense, and an even taller wall had been built there, because below lay the source of Blood Port's chaos: several of the most disorderly slums in the Lower District.
It was deeply ironic. Separated by a single wall, one side held broad streets and spotless neighborhoods, while the other was a filthy, festering slum that resembled hell itself.
If people spoke loudly on either side, those across the wall could hear them. Nobles often peered down from the city wall as though they were watching beasts in an arena.
This place formed a C-shaped structure. The prince's group stood atop the wall at its highest point. They appeared to have stopped casually, but if one circled around behind them, there was no longer any way back.
They were gambling—gambling that the evil god would charge straight at them without hesitation, heedless of the countless buildings beneath its feet.
The [Loving Mother] truly did not care whether buildings stood in its path. It charged forward in a straight line, leapt over the wall, and landed upon the densely packed rooftops of the Lower District.
"An—an earthquake?!"
"What's happening?"
"Look! Why is that monster sinking?!"
The Faithguard Army was thrown into chaos, but Kyle turned to look at Granny. A look of sudden realization appeared on her face.
Sensing Kyle's gaze, Granny pointed at a distant clock tower. "Look, the