The Inner City of Ironmist stood in stark contrast to the chaos beyond its borders.
Where the Outer and Middle City had been reduced to ash, blood, and crumbling ruins, the Inner City still gleamed—its walls reinforced with powerful formations.
Array formations shimmered faintly across the skies, forming a dome-like barrier that had withstood the onslaught of demonic beasts for nearly a week now.
Life inside the Inner City hadn't changed at all—they were still the same arrogant nobles, drinking and partying while the people outside died without a second thought.
The so-called defenders of the Inner City weren't much better—most were cowards who'd fled the Outer and Middle City the moment things turned dire.
But because of their higher status or better connections, they were allowed through the gates while the commoners were left to die.
Now they wore armor and patrolled the walls, pretending to be heroes.
