The chained district was the next part of the city, but living here was expensive. You had to pay just to exist. That was, of course, if you were not a native.
Reaching it was the easy part. Damon merely paid a sum of five rank three mana cores at the gate. This section of the city was cleaner, more organized, and far more densely populated.
Tall houses rose on both sides of the streets, their large windows polished and intact. Chained Knights patrolled in full armor, their steps measured and synchronized. Civilians in armor moved between stalls and workshops, and the labor market here was bustling with activity. Beneath it all, Damon caught the faint but unmistakable scent of blood lingering in the air.
He let his shadow perception spread wider. Thin streams of people flowed in a single direction, their movements purposeful, converging toward what looked like a gladiatorial arena.
