If Dalaran was a giant tree, then the districts above ground were its branches, trunk, and leaves.
The sewers of Dalaran were the roots of that tree.
The reason the sewers had become the city's cesspit, aside from fulfilling the mages' needs within the social structure, was chiefly because the tree's roots were too vast and too complex.
As a city devoted entirely to serving mages, Dalaran was home not only to official mages, but also to several times as many people who served them.
They were magical apprentices, merchants, mercenaries, craftsmen, and all manner of service workers.
As everyone knew, mages, as producers of high-end goods in the magical world, had always been wealthy.
As a result, the people who served them enjoyed an average standard of living far beyond that of ordinary folk.
Dalaran's advanced sewer system was also related to this.
After all, one could hardly expect a poor man to enjoy advanced running water and drainage systems.
The developed sewers had attracted many people who lived in darkness to settle within them.
And they had continuously expanded the sewers, making them even more complicated.
This meant that what stood before Ye Ting and the other two was, for all intents and purposes, a gigantic maze.
Whether Ye Ting or the other two, all of them were important figures standing at the pinnacle of Dalaran's power,
Accustomed to looking down from on high.
They had never set foot in such a filthy place.
Even when Dalaran needed its sewers cleaned, the Council generally chose to hire mercenaries to patrol and clear them regularly. They even offered high rewards and deceived the mercenaries by claiming the deep mining areas held astonishing treasures, constantly luring them into accepting the commissions.
As for themselves, they knew virtually nothing about the