Great Iron City, which was practically a skyscraper, pushed forward at a much higher speed than before. Occasionally, a lot of people who were tied to chains would rappel from the top of Great Iron City to knock the gears and rune arrays on the shell and perform lubrication and cleaning.
The obstreperous black markets and arenas were shut. To appease the many tough bandits, the Fist King provided a lot more basic resources, including ammunition and standard boxes of spiritual energy, for the gangs and forces without bothering about the cost.
The claws that were extended in all directions were retracted one after another, and the siege on Liberty City became tighter and tighter every day. The Fist King's battle formation grew ever stronger. Flags where the emblems of different gangs were depicted flew in the camp and looked truly overwhelming and intimidating.
Liberty City, in comparison, was silent and lifeless, like a fortress of the dead.
