Accompanied by the sound of teeth-gritting metal friction, the enormous steel body slowly slid into everyone's view, then shrouded their eyes in white smoke.
The welcoming party waiting on the platform was in a commotion. Some coughed, some covered their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, while others cast dissatisfied or suspicious glances.
Gathered here were the remaining prominent figures of Glanston Castle, yet now they were made to look dusty and worn.
Among them were the old nobles and gentry who survived by adapting, and priests holding scriptures trying to calm themselves.
Outside the checkpoint, it was packed with peasants who had never seen the world.
Among them were free farmers, newly liberated peasants, and vendors pondering whether to follow trends and start some business.
Panic spread like plague among the crowd.
Unlike the well-informed Thunder City citizens, those peasants who never left their villages stared in terror.
