The sun dipped lower as the trio approached the quiet residential side of Egrein City in Northern Qudour nation. Compared to the medieval world of the Death Clan's lands, this place was as modern as it gets.
Azzy walked with purpose, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. Orion and Affea followed, both silent for a time.
Egrein's skyline loomed ahead, glass-paneled buildings, concrete mid-rises, and traffic of motor vehicles flowing around.
"This world looks a lot like ours," Orion finally spoke, glancing down from the flying card. "Just… slower. Like it's stuck fifty years ago."
Affea blinked. "What do you mean by your world?"
Azzy cut in quickly. "My wife is from another place, and Orion grew up there, too. Their city is more advanced, that's all. Long story."
"Oh, from the southern countries, huh?" Affea nodded in understanding.
