As Sylas walked toward the palace, he noticed something… unsettling.
There were layers to this kingdom.
Near the gates, the houses were barely standing. Cracked walls. Broken windows. Mud paths. But the farther he walked, the more everything changed.
The homes looked newer. Taller. More stable.
The people stood straighter. Their clothes were cleaner. Their eyes clearer. They looked healthier. Happier.
As he reached the upper district, it felt like he'd wandered into a different world—too polished, too quiet, too perfect.
The difference was like day and night.
The houses had multiple floors, stacked high with elegant design. Windows sparkled. Walls shone in vibrant colors. Even the air smelled different—like money. Like comfort.
There was no equality here.
Everything was based on status. The city was built like a layered cake—the closer to the palace, the closer to power.
This place was the opposite of everything Sylas believed in.
