Bolizemon took a look and indeed saw many familiar commerce guild insignias. Among them, there seemed to be super guilds from the Shattered Sea... those were the ones his City of Fallen Stars had wanted to partner with, but had never managed to establish a connection with.
For a moment, Bolizemon felt a mix of envy and jealousy, but he quickly realized that now was not the time to dwell on these trivial matters. He shook his cloak and quickened his pace towards the interior, heading in the direction of the city's defensive command.
The further he walked, the more bustling the streets became, with pedestrians weaving through and luxurious carriages occasionally passing by.
It seemed that the area's prosperity was hardly affected by the disaster that had recently struck.
How could that be?
