A Distraction

It was the first time that Arthur reached the bridge dividing the city's districts. It was a stone bridge crossing a deep trench filled with stony spikes. He stared over the moss-covered railings toward the abyssal pit, which could kill anyone who fell into it.

The wind howled below, and Arthur could see there were running rivers at the bottom. He followed the river course and saw that it divided the two districts like two different cities. Then, his eyes looked upward toward the Silver District, which was a few meters higher than the Copper District.

"This empire truly has no classism," said Arthur, sarcasm bleeding through his words. "It seems the upper districts have an array that resonates with the medals, alerting any intruder that doesn't have a corresponding medal."