Rupture City was built on Mount Rupture. It had experienced thousands of years of history. Kingdoms fell, and it still stood the test of time.
The city was created by a group of theologists who believed in the God of the Sky. Their calm and formal bearing formed the culture of the city.
When Henry entered the bar, he was shocked. It was not a bar per se.
About a hundred people sat on their chairs and a few danced in the middle. A small orchestra sang at the corner. A delightful and cheery atmosphere permeated the whole place.
The time was early in the day, yet the whole bar was packed.
"Excuse me, Sir. Please don't block the entrance," a young man voiced behind him. He spoke with a clear and heart-soothing tone. It was a stark contrast to the sarcastic remarks he used to hear.
Henry moved out of the way and stared at the young man. He wore an elegant magus cloak that covered him from shoulders to the ankles.
