On the west side of the city's outskirts stood the Bull Horn Tavern.
The western district was home to the capital's poor. Land was cheap, but crime was rampant.
Of course, organized crime could never truly thrive in Solvaria. Guards patrolled every street, and only those eager for a quick death dared challenge the authority of the imperial palace.
The Bull Horn Tavern itself was famous for its signature drink. Unlike ordinary beer, anyone who drank it was said to feel as if they were floating in the sky.
"So, are we really going to meet the Phantom Chain?" Seira asked hesitantly.
Walking beside her, Nolan nodded. "Yes, we'll meet them. Do you know anything about the Phantom Chain?"
"No, I don't," Seira shook her head. "I only heard Father mention them once. I tried to learn more, but I couldn't find anything."
The Phantom Chain was indeed shrouded in mystery. Even her father admitted he didn't fully understand their power.
