After sending Pres away, Lorenzo sat for a while longer on the Iron Serpent. After a brief walk, the Lower City District gradually appeared at the edge of his vision.
The sky was gloomy, and the dilapidated houses appeared as if they were haphazardly piled together with mud and wood. There were many such buildings, like a bizarre and twisted forest where they grew unchecked.
In the cracks of these trees, Lorenzo could see soulless people behind them, gathered around stoves. The gentle light flickered in the darkness, extracting the only warmth to endure the grueling end of winter.
This is what most of the Lower City District's inhabitants were like; unable to survive in this cold city, nor have the strength to leave, like trapped beasts, slowly rotting in the shadows.
