As with most towns, there's often an invisible line dividing the very rich people's residence from everyone else, a stark line in the society environment and individual differences that's always there in pretense that most people pretend not to see.
Eldrida was no different, they called it the upper district even though it was in the downtown.
The streets were wide enough, letting people and mana-powered carriages pass freely. But tonight felt different as the upper district was alive with carriages carrying the city's elite to their parties.
Out of all the carriages moving that night, only one truly stood apart. It was bright gold and it shimmered softly in the moonlight, real gold, no imitation. Also since the minerals in the Towers are different, the gold stood out even more in a dazzling way.
Carved on both sides was the image of a man smiling broadly. Every carriage gave it space to pass. Even among the rich, there were levels of rich. A peak above a peal.
It was ours.
