At this time, it was just a few days before the reconstruction meeting, and various noble and family representatives were arriving one after another, the long convoy forming a gray-white line in the snow.
But as they stepped through the city gates, it was as if the world had been sliced in half.
Outside was a barren wasteland with bone-chilling winds and snow up to the ankles, while inside was a rising heat, like an iron city breathing on the snowfield.
Those varied Lords, Nobles, and family representatives froze in their expressions as they dismounted and saw the scene before them.
Beneath their feet was not mud, not permafrost, but a smooth gray-black road that could reflect shadows.
On both sides of the road, magic-powered street lamps were neatly lit, and inside the lampshades, the alchemical light cores flickered steadily, making the whole city seem to breathe awake at night.
