Shanks gave an awkward laugh. The Revolutionary Army might not have minded, but he could see that the Marines' basic organizational capabilities had not been lost.
In other words, they could organize themselves into a new army at any time. Why had the Revolutionary Army not dispersed them, or even killed them?
They were soldiers who had obeyed the Celestial Dragons.
Shanks had thought of this. He did not believe the Revolutionary Army's commander-in-chief had failed to consider it, yet he had clearly still allowed it to happen.
He did not ask about it, because after their long journey, they had finally arrived at the Revolutionary Army headquarters, near the enormous vines.
After careful calculations by the Revolutionary Army, these vines had been hollowed out to house the organization's middle- and high-ranking officers. Since these homes were provided by the state, they did not cost much. A few tens of thousands of Beli could buy permanent residency rights, though they could not be bought or sold.
This arrangement, with core personnel living in the core area, was exactly the same as the Marines'. Leo's room, for instance, was at the very top of the vines.
If anyone wanted to fight their way up, they would have to kill every Revolutionary Army soldier below first. Otherwise, they would never be allowed to touch a single hair on Leo's head.
Of course, that did not include attacks from the air.
Sky Island was enormous.
This had been mentioned before. Its size lay in its sense of depth.
Many people perceived the world as flat. Even with elevators, it was still flat. Humans could perceive three dimensions, so they were not two-dimensional creatures, but most people lacked any precise understanding or awareness of three-dimensional space.
The next direction of human evolution would likely