It was an average day in the ever warring Diamond Crest realm; but warring as the people of this realm were they still managed to live rather peacefully with each other, simply choosing to fight to the death if they had a quarrel that could not be solved with the simplest of words.
Children, men and women had been killed for far less than one would expect in this strange and lawless, yet uniquely orderly land, and it was here that Sol found himself after waiting for Fuhua to recover from the punishment of using power beyond her limits.
He descended a mountainous peak after entering their realm undetected, finding a large city not too different from the Capital city they had just left behind and staying just on the outskirts, observing the passing merchants and warriors, the way they dressed, the crests that they wore.
And most importantly the currency that they used.
"Uncle-"
