Old Dunling, a miraculous city of wonder, steel and machinery, wealth and power. Every word used to describe it can ignite the most primal desires in people, yet so many are blinded by these desires, never contemplating the cost of it all, or the people at the base of the pyramid.
Fortunately, the winter chill had not yet departed, and the cold air was not overly putrid, but even so, Lorenzo couldn't help but frown.
Dead fish floated on the river's surface, and various filths were casually discarded there, where germs and death brewed.
Hundreds of years ago, the Black Death swept across the Western world, with people dying incessantly. The high mortality rate drove everyone to the brink of madness, even affecting the rule of the Evangelical Church. Under endless death, people no longer believed in that elusive God, and their staunch faith began to waver.
It was a dark era, but at the end of darkness, there is always light.
