Levi walked through the slums of the so-called major city, an area nestled at the very fringes of the towering stone walls that dominated the skyline. The massive structures loomed over the slums like silent sentinels, casting long, oppressive shadows that stretched across the narrow, winding streets.
It had only been a month and a half since Levi had left this place, but the sight of it tugged at something deep within him. There was a strange nostalgia in the air, a feeling that mingled with the stench of decay and the oppressive weight of the atmosphere.
The slums hadn't changed. They never did. Time passed, but this part of the city seemed eternally locked in its grim, unchanging state.
The alleys were as cramped as ever, barely wide enough for a single person to pass without brushing against the broken-down shacks lining the streets. The makeshift homes were patched together with scraps of wood and metal, sagging under the weight of time and neglect.
