Chapter 260: B3: C50: World Shakers, Outsiders, Regressors 2
As Zarian’s journey across the Stone Sea River drew closer to an end, he was forming a question he wanted to pose to his closest companion. The question came from an interesting thought experiment he had while floating in the air on a rare blue-sky day.
It was mid morning, and the twin suns were visible and bright with no moon-irradiated storms in sight. The crispy, briny, cool air gusted around his half-broken body, which he could barely feel while most of his sense of touch was heavily impaired.
He was floating above a nearly autonomous city that was loosely a part of the Windy Strider Kingdom.
It wasn’t a large city. Not when compared to the more bustling capital cities or city-states. But the city under him was decent enough to support itself, have its own culture, and make use of the island it stood on, which kept the city elevated over the crashing waves of the Stone Sea River.
The unfortunate part was the large crack that nearly split the island in half, which ran down the middle of the city from the north west to the south east. Every structure that had once stood where the crack formed had fallen into the deep gap and the churning water below.
People had died.
Yet, the city kept on with its functions regardless of the deaths.
That was because the primary function of the city was worse than death itself.
Once Zarian finished forming his question, he asked aloud, “What would you do, Para, if you had the power to change a pocket of civilization with a more direct approach?”