Mark roamed through the Demon City without a destination in mind for a whole day and night. He had seen a lot of hectic sights.
Once, he had even been threatened by some thugs—of course, being the weakest creature in this city, even the thugs were stronger than him. Luckily, when the thugs saw another guy, they ran to catch up with him instead and let him go.
Currently, Mark was in a silent part of the city, at the top of a towering building overlooking the buzz below. He took in the grand sight.
The City of Demons was savage in its aesthetics. Chaotic, too. One part of it might look like a city torn out of a sci-fi movie, while another part would look ancient and worn. Meanwhile, some parts could look overgrown by weeds, while others just plain jungle.
