The metal fortress flew at tremendous speed beneath the gray sky.
When Kapa City's outline emerged on the horizon, Wangcai was the first to stand and walk over to the transparent metal window.
The city was reflected in his purple eyes-not gray-black mountains, not scattered stone islands, but a city in the true sense of the word.
Its walls were built from a dark purple ore. Every block had been meticulously cut and polished, giving off a subdued, ancient, luxurious sheen beneath the Netherworld's eternally dim sky.
"Boss, we're here!" Wangcai called, turning his head.
Loa set down his teacup and walked to the window.
The metal fortress began descending, and the scenery outside the city gradually came into focus.
A long line stretched down the broad avenue leading to the gates, with an endless stream of humans and other races-powerful figures in splendid robes with Demon badges pinned to their chests, warriors of other races carrying enormous weapons, and people who looked like merchant caravans riding cargo-laden Metal Lifeforms. Though long, the line was orderly. No one dared act out here.
Dika walked over to them and followed their gazes toward the city, a touch of pride in his voice. "Kapa City, one of the largest cities in North Bone Prefecture, spans thousands of miles. It's already among the most prosperous places around."
His gaze fell on the long line waiting to enter, and he added, "See that line over there? In Kapa City, whether you're a Saint or a Highgod, you have to line up properly and pay the entry fee. That's an ironclad rule—the Kapa City Lord is a Seven-Star Demon, personally appointed by the lord of North Bone Prefecture. No one dares run wild on his territory."
"Except Demons, of course." Dika chuckled.
Loa swept his