Wooooongg ~
The glow of the teleportation array dimmed behind them as Damien, Arielle, and Lyone stepped out into the open.
What greeted them wasn't the bustling order of a capital, or the rigid formations of a fortified town. It was… something in between.
Greshan.
It stretched wide before them like a mismatched quilt of a dozen different places—loose market rows beside towering watchtowers, ancient stone bridges over alleys of tents and makeshift homes, roads paved with marble that abruptly gave way to cracked earth.
To call it a city would be a lie.
To call it a wild land was also inaccurate.
It was a pathway.
A massive, semi-anarchic junction at the heart of five nations, two borderless merchant coalitions, and an empire that liked to remain secluded. Greshan had no king, no council, no fixed guards.
It was ruled by necessity.
Cooperation without loyalty. Order without trust.
Even its laws were unwritten, passed down through whispers and reinforced with blade and spell.
