Anthony shook his head with a gentle laugh at Kingsley's words. At this moment, their actions had attracted a bit of attention, though not nearly enough to stir any real commotion. With millions of individuals present within the lobby alone, only a handful glanced their way, and even those few quickly lost interest.
Here, attention was fleeting and meaningless. Within this place, there was no rule, or rather, there was a rule, but it was brutally simple: whoever had the biggest fist was the lawmaker.
An incalculable number of people had died within this building walls simply because they were weaker or belonged to a lower race. There was no orderliness here, nothing resembling the civility displayed during the Starborn Tournament.
