Chapter 72: Last Talk
Darian and Rhea flew swiftly through the skies. She took him to the capital of the New Arcadia Empire, in the northern region of the continent—a place he had never even dreamed of visiting. Regular people weren't allowed in, but now he was a High Human.
Rhea landed near the entrance. Darian took a deep breath as he saw how massive the place was.
A huge barrier surrounded the entire city, stretching into the sky and forming a dome with no visible opening. But it wasn't made of bricks or any physical material. It looked more like a colorless, foggy holographic shield, blocking the view of the city inside.
It wasn't a physical barrier—anyone could walk right through it. But the moment they did, they'd be instantly detected, and inside, countless guards would shoot to kill without hesitation.
The person wouldn't last even a minute... Yeah, Darian had read about that before. It wasn't uncommon in the past.
Starving, desperate people had tried crossing it, but all of them died, and their bodies were tossed back outside, left there for a long time as a warning. Eventually, the attempts stopped, but the message was passed on to future generations: don't even try.
And this wasn't just a grim tale about this one place. All Imperial Cities were like that—only High Humans and those associated with them could live inside. Everyone else lived in distant cities, surrounded by danger and the underworld.
When arriving, everyone had to enter through a single gate and go through strict inspection.
Rhea just showed her golden card, and the guard immediately directed them to a private room at the entrance.
Inside, Darian saw a huge empty hall, but it was so luxurious and colorful that he was stunned.
There was only one person in there, a very well-dressed, attractive woman who walked toward them.