The capital, or the land of the Three Nations, the considered center of this world, had not been peaceful lately. The powder keg that had been fermenting in this place for a couple of weeks had finally erupted.
And this night... was no different; the chaos would escalate that not even the Three Nations or Federation had predicted.
"I love their architecture here." Rise looked up and saw a huge dome enveloping the whole place. Unlike modern society, this place still retained the appeal of ancient architecture but had a fantasy-like feeling to it.
In this place, they did not need to limit the height of their buildings with the use of the barriers for flying monsters. In terms of magical advancements, this place was indeed hundreds of years ahead of the federation.
Rise could understand why the federation higher-ups were salivating to eat such a fat piece of meat.
