After his birthday, Kael found himself in a carriage moving smoothly along the cobblestone streets. His destination: Zone 3, where he was to meet with the cardinals again.
This time, his pig slave was not accompanying him; he had other matters to attend to. The absence did not concern him. In the silence of the journey, Kael always found space to think.
Leaning back against the seat, staring out the window, he watched the landscape slowly change. Houses passed by quickly, one after another, as did the shadows of people walking on the sidewalks, talking to each other without noticing the passing carriage.
Little by little, the structures began to transform until we reached zone 3.
Here, people walked around wearing fine, cloth robes, the edges of which were embroidered with gold thread. Around their necks hung ornate crucifixes, each one different, but all shiny and heavy, symbols of faith... and status.
