Amiri was the capital of Mordino in all senses, in terms of wealth, in terms of architecture, in terms of nobility and also in terms of organised crimes.
There was a wall before entering the Amiri, and I saw the real contrast of what lay inside. The outskirts of Amiri were fringed with small towns that were slums and filled with dreary ruins and impoverished people.
For instance, I felt angry but then the icy coolness settled in my bones. This kind of scene was seen everywhere, there was always a dark side to the world. It was just how far the extremes went.
In this case, it seemed as if these people were abandoned not only by the other humans but also by God.
The inside of the city was so ostentatious that I couldn't help but look at the grand architecture and the expensive jewellery that the men and women flaunted as they walked on the streets.
"This place seems to be made of gold." I mumbled.
