A metallic white sheet covered the land above, squeezing the vegetation and soil to the edges of the city. The City of Machinery was extremely delicate, so monotonous in its delicacy that it resembled a meticulous black and white drawing. The mirror-polished city walls didn't even have crevices, and there were no signs of explosion craters or the stains and filth left by experiments. Neither the shadowed gaps between walls housed robed skeletons murmuring to themselves, nor were there rooms filled with the revelries of various chaotic creations.
Lyle had just gotten used to these little accidents in life, and here, he found it somewhat quiet.
It wasn't that the City of Machinery was dead silent; on the contrary, the city was vibrant with multiracial tourists milling about everywhere. But without the Liches, it always felt like something was missing.
