On the way back to the tribe with Darulubus and his people, they passed through the ruins of a shattered town.
Orson took in the sight and clicked his tongue in disbelief. To think someone could transplant something like the pyramids—an Earth miracle of engineering—into another world, expand upon it, and sow the seeds of civilization.
The town bore scars of countless battles, collapsed buildings everywhere, yet the natives hadn't abandoned it. They scavenged desperately among the rubble for anything still usable.
Darulubus was well known here. Townsfolk came forward to greet him warmly, while Darulunina handed out chunks of freshly cut monster meat as gifts.
"Those damned rebels," Darulubus growled, his expression dark. "Hiding behind false banners, yet preying on their own people with the vilest of deeds."
"Hah. Rebellion? If rebellion could take us out of the Exile Domain, someone would've succeeded centuries ago!" another warrior spat bitterly, cursing the renegades.
