A procession of carriages traveled along the uneven road surface.
Clinking sounds mingled with the splash of water.
Pedestrians nearby carefully avoided the puddles, as if quite accustomed to this.
A faint scent wafted into the carriage, and Matthew unconsciously raised his eyebrows, his lips curling into a slight smile.
"Indeed, the power of inertia is formidable."
Ever since the Floating City was created, Ceylonton, which lay on the ground, had already lost its most significant meaning.
Constructing more Floating Cities, cultivating more Arcanists had gradually become the top priority of the Nesserite Empire.
All else had to be exhaustedly dedicated to serving this purpose.
That was also why the Empire's territory was no longer expanding on a large scale.
The lack of significant improvements in weapons and equipment for the legions, and combat tactics, stood as reasons for this.
