After that discussion, three days passed, and in those three days, the Capital was no longer a construction site, but was now a full fledged City, a fact of reality.
All the scaffolding and other signs of an unfinished construction city. Everything that stood had been meant to stand, from its first conceptual stroke in Jax's mind to its final manifestation in stone, steel, mana, and law.
By the dawn of the third day, the Demon Capital was complete, and it was absolutely humungous.
Not merely large in population or area, but architecturally colossal, so immense that even veteran demons who had lived through ancient empires felt something primal tighten in their chests when they first laid eyes on it.
It was an immense and perfectly designed city.
From above, the Capital resembled a living organism, concentric districts spiraling outward from the Cathedral at its heart, each ring defined by purpose rather than class.
