Jacob left the Prince's Chalice as if nothing had happened. Cloaked in the guise of the infamous Dark Duke Dark Star, he moved with unhurried steps, his expression cold and indifferent.
Noxvalis stretched out before him, its concentric rings alive with activity. The city was always awake, always hungry—like a beast feeding on ambition, coin, and blood.
The outer districts were a cacophony of noise. Merchants haggling, mercenaries brawling, alchemists peddling strange wares that glowed with unholy light.
Furthermore, an eerie yet unique display of corpses of criminals hung at the gates of alleys, warnings from the Dark Kingdom, while slaves of many different races bent under the burdens of their owners. Yet, no one pitied them—opportunity was for the strong here in the Noxvalis City!
Jacob merely glanced at those scenes before passing into the middle rings, and the atmosphere shifted.
