Strolling on the streets, Cristian took in the bustling view and appreciated the freedom everyone had.
There was a reason this realm was called the Middle Point. It was because it has portals on different continents, so elves, demi-humans, dwarves, orcs, and fairies were all here from different parts of the world.
After a while, he raised his head, staring at the burning ball high in the middle of the sky, which meant it was high noon.
Taking a turn, he moved straight toward the building given to him and the girls. Speaking of which, the building was on the mountain, but he was on plain land, so it would take a while considering the fact that he would have to maneuver through the crowded street.
'A messenger of a goddess,' he pondered, recalling the ash-skinned woman who said her name was Demeter.
He could have sworn he had heard that name previously, but it would have been a really long time.
