Rivers of the Night

When the edges of the illusion cleared, Theron found himself standing in a farm, but quite an odd one.

There were the normal things one might expect. There were acres of crops and vegetation, stables for horses, pens for pigs and the like, all while the stench of livestock had grown exponentially.

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Wet fur, manure, freshly cut grass, and rain—the scent bombarded Theron one after another.

Then he saw the workers. Many were young, but there were some old among them, sweating away on the fields as the weather became slowly more humid.

To the side, there were a few overseers, chatting away on plow machines or rocking their chairs. It was they who saw Theron’s appearance first, but Theron’s attention had already turned away from them and toward what truly made this place odd…

The enormous wall of steel.

It was tall enough to make any man feel small, skyscraping beyond the heights of even the Nightingale Pagoda; it must have been at least 50 or 60 meters in height alone. That certainly didn’t account for how deep its foundation went underground.

And then came the series of doors that was akin to the cherry on top.