Half a Year

Half a year later.

Flying Sail City was the first town of the humans from the blue planet in the abandoned world. It officially had a new name.

The surrounding sky was a little gray and heavy. Thick smoke could be seen billowing into the sky from the mountains. The sound of sawing wood had never stopped.

This was the first time such a technological style had appeared in the extreme west of the south mountain range. After all, the mountain environment here was more suitable for the development of factions with the style of primitive civilizations.

It was evening.

Along the street, oil lamps served as street lamps, and loud music came from a tavern.

From the outside, one could see a scantily clad woman dancing around a pole.

After a busy day outside the city, many warriors would come to the taverns to drink hard liquor. Some of them would even get drunk before finally going home to sleep.