In the Eastern District of Aldernon, within the depths of the city, the streets were dimly lit.
This was the darkest and most isolated area of the entire imperial capital, a place seemingly forgotten by the upper class. The vast Aldernon was like a sprawling mountain, with its upper strata filled with splendid buildings, while the bottom, like a festering wound, was hidden in the depths of darkness. The advanced Magic Guide Technology, the flourishing new commerce, the increasingly bright citizen class, none of these had any connection to the deepest streets of the Eastern District of Aldernon—
This place was only half a city away from the Obsidian Palace, yet it seemed further from civilized society than those distant mountain cities.
And in these streets, far from the official eyes of Aldernon, a man with disheveled beard, sunken eyes, and wearing a tattered coat was hastily walking past the doors of shabby houses.
