Chapter 17: Last Bastion (Rewritten)
"...Hey, it feels like it got a bit warmer!"
March exclaimed as they entered the city alongside the Silvermane Guards. According to Gepard, this was the Administrative District.
Bridges and elevated walkways crisscross the district, connecting the upper echelons of the city with the lower, while beneath, the ground is often blanketed in a thin sheen of snow, untouched and silent. Every corner of Belobog’s administrative heart is dominated by the weight of its purpose — organized, efficient, and coldly calculated, its skyline a silent monument to the threats that lay outside these stalwart walls.
If he was being honest, Sunny felt quite out of place here. The civilians that were scurrying to their place of business or to complete their errands seemed quite high-class. For an outskirt rat who survived off of scraps and synthpaste with a handful of credits, such a sophisticated civilization was quite alien to him.
Gepard paused at March’s words.
"...That’s because you’re in Belobog, the last bastion of humanity."
March blinked at his peculiar choice of words.
"Last bastion?"
Sunny was actually quite curious about the cause of the planets current climate. Back on Earth, snow was something that could only have been seen every decade or two, at least where he had lived. If he recalled correctly, the city he lived in was somewhere in Asia.
Gepard stood silent, seemingly trying to recall something. After a few moments, he explained to the trio.
"Seven hundred years ago, monsters from beyond the sky set the world ablaze. The land was turned to scorched earth, with raging infernos and billowing towers of smoke stretching beyond the horizon. In the midst of the conflict, the Eternal Freeze descended without warning. Suddenly, sweeping winds brought blizzards which buried the invading Legion. Belobog was all that remained."