Rolling wooden wheels clacked against the hard stone brick floor. The scent of fresh baked goods was then overwhelmed by the tang of fresh fruits wafting through the air. The chirping of seagulls bellowed in my ears, and the slight flavor of salt spread across my tongue.
"This is the first Eon—the Eon of Nobility," Satan spoke next to me, his suit changing into a tattered cloak with my clothes changing in tandem with his. We both donned two black cloaks wisping behind us with the fluttering wind while two black top hats sat on our heads neatly, perfectly crafted to our sizes.
Surrounding me was a polluted coastal town leading down to a beach. Everybody was in neat suits and beautiful long dresses. There wasn't much casual style here, and just judging from the state of the buildings, it was easy to tell we were in the past.
