Victor's gaze locked onto the live footage shimmering before him.
The people were returning to their routines, moving along streets and markets with forced normalcy.
Cries still echoed in the air.
Life had to continue whether they liked it or not.
Patrols hunted down mutated monsters, soldiers pressing on tirelessly to keep civilians safe. No one was permitted to leave the barrier; their survival depended on strict control.
And with the removal of Arcane energy, the tension becomes even more serious. Regardless of their previous strength, every figure — noble, warrior, or commoner — stood equal now. The security level had increased dramatically.
Trained warriors stood watch at every gate, vigilant and grim, ensuring nothing spiralled out of control.
Honestly, it looked strikingly similar to his previous world. No powers. No magic. Just ordinary people walking, working, surviving.
And speaking of work... every job tied to magic had ground to a halt.
