Yari was a large city with a massive population, most of whom were effectively imprisoned in this world.
By its very nature, Yari was a prison, and Seraph Null, this world's god, was its warden.
Perhaps that was why the entire city was chained down with massive chains, as if sealing away some great, unfathomable evil.
Damon observed the city with open disgust.
Filth caked the streets. Waste pooled in the cracks of the ground. Gutters overflowed with foul liquid that reeked of rot. Beggars lined the roads, horribly emaciated people barely clinging to life. Somewhere nearby, the copper stench of blood hung thick in the air, accompanied by the wet sound of someone bleeding out in a narrow alley.
Lyn walked beside Damon, his voice low.
"Yari is segregated into several parts."
He swallowed before continuing.
"Yari is built in layers, not districts. Each layer exists to isolate behavior and enforce hierarchy. It is made for obedience. Defaulters are eliminated."
