Port Kerberos. The city that used to be the homeland of the most prosperous trade centers all over the world, right in between the American Continent and the rest of the world.
Such a grand place had now been ravaged down to the point where only a few districts remained accessible.
Accompanied, or rather, surrounded completely by the hobgoblins, the two of our groups were led by the old man through the streets of the city and into the settlement.
I looked around the streets. A lot of young children and old people, ages that we wouldn't have seen many of back in Polaris, remained here.
Central Darma, being incredibly posh, did have a lack of people as compared to the other places, but the diversity of people they had saved here was still quite shocking.
It was something that was only possible thanks to the number of production jobs available in this city. From alchemy to weapons, people here could make all kinds of things.
