After walking many miles to the west, we had arrived in the lands of the Iron Fist.
On one side, it's like stepping back in time. The houses are small and falling apart, and the people from within the gates look like they've had a hard life. The ground is dry and dusty, and judging from the markets, there isn't much food to go around either.
But then you walk a bit, and the land suddenly slopes upwards, like a hill.
And on that hill, everything changes. It's more modern, with taller buildings and paved roads, but it's not quite like the cities you see outside the pocket dimension. It's like they're a few steps behind, but still better off than the people on the other side of the hill.
"Should we head inside now?" Anouz nudged to the side while we hid behind the bushes.
Two heavily armed guards stood at the front entrance of the Iron Fist Gates, equipped with modern weaponry, including a submachine gun and a fully automatic rifle.
