The gentlemen in passing wore impeccably tailored tailcoats and top hats, nodding gracefully in greeting, while the ladies adorned themselves in layered, billowing gowns with delicate parasols, their faces bearing courteous smiles.
Despite only a street apart, the area before him seemed like a completely different world from the industrial district.
Indeed, this was the Central District of Oranck, home to the true upper crust, where dropping a brick might land on a nobleman or a rising capitalist.
The architectural style here differed vastly from the industrial district.
The buildings were predominantly made of creamy white limestone, studded with classical columns and elaborate carvings. Broad glass windows shone brightly, reflecting the brilliant sunlight.
In the fountain square, water splashed while several luxuriously dressed children frolicked in play, devoid of the precociousness and fatigue seen in children from the industrial area.
