It was currently night in [Myriad Race City], and just like Leon expected, nightfall did not mean silence. It meant entertainment.
Lights of every color filled the streets, magical lanterns floating in the air and crystal lamps embedded into buildings.
Music echoed from taverns and open halls, mixed with laughter, shouting, and the constant hum of movement.
Players from every possible race wandered through the streets without restraint, and their levels varied wildly.
Leon noticed level 30 players eagerly talking to level 50 veterans, asking for advice or guidance.
Others had small stalls set up on the side of the road, selling weapons, armor, potions, and strange materials harvested from dangerous zones.
Some were bargaining loudly, while others simply observed, eyes sharp and cautious.
Many players chose to remain in the [Lower Domain] for a long time, and this city was the reason.
As long as someone was strong enough, boredom simply did not exist here.
