"This way!" Bella pointed in one direction.
Wu Heng passed through a section of shrubbery, and a dirt road trampled by countless travelers appeared before him.
He retrieved the motorcycle from the Space Ring, mounted it, and after starting the engine, sped along the dirt road, raising a cloud of dust.
...
In the northern wilderness, an unremarkable village stood silently.
The cottages were low, yet the city walls were exceptionally tall. Armed guards patrolled back and forth on the thick stone walls, their cold Armor bearing religious symbols, with Crossbows perpetually in a state of readiness.
This made the village look more like a fortress.
Night fell, and bonfires blazed in the village's central square.
Hundreds of followers prostrated on the ground, worshiping a three-meter-high gilded Holy Statue, with murmurs of prayers filling the square.
When the ritual ended, the robed Bishop walked up the podium, leading the followers in reciting the doctrines.
