The city was full of ppl moving here and there he was asking about the bar named the
Something to speak about the feeling of regret
Yes it's there just go a little bit deeper in the right side
And when he walked in the right a bunch of 4 ppl has apopeared give us money
Get away from me
What don't you know who you are talki
Were sorry said the 4 guys while they were
Bowing down, heads down towards the ground
we diidnt except you to be that strong
Where is the bar named 000
Well help you find the place
Iwonder if he was sure about the place he told me about
And then lobo remeberd the fact that mr Johnson told him about the place where a man has a an emvelo with symbol cracked on it before getting the train maybe the element isn't light but the fact it has a crack on it is all I need to know
Maybe it's what I'm looking for
While descending the stairs of Potter's Field City, he froze.
A man flew out of the doorway—no, not jumping. He was thrown like a crumpled piece of paper.
"What in God's name… what's happening in there?"
He leaned closer and peeked inside the bar.
Everything looked strangely normal. A man sat at the counter, drinking quietly. Others were in their seats, eyes lowered, pretending nothing unusual was happening.
Nothing seemed special—except for the lone man standing in the middle of the room, veins bulging, voice shaking with rage.
"You'll regret that," he screamed, pointing a trembling finger at the man at the counter. "Trust me."
Then he took his friend and left the bar
Looking at tht weird thing happeneing he looked at them and then he got in there and satayed at the chaior in front of the conuter and looked at the bartender I want to ask about something
Whos the man with emvelo with a scratch on it asked lobpo
A man with a scar at his emvelo that exact moment the man next him looked at him with calm eyes and then looked at his drink again he was a man with the hair achieveing his shoulders wearing a معطف
He was sitting there at his place doing ,nothing exceprtr looking at his cup filled with whatever type of alcohol itv was
And then after a moment of waiting the bartender looked at him and said what I tought you were jkidding everyone know emvelos element core cant get even scratched and yiu are asking about a one that have a scar on it that look nearly broken are you crazy or something lmike that
What did you szay
Sorry can you lower your voices oth of you said the man with long hair polity
Sorry said lobo
But looking aty the bartender he was looking like he was scared for a moment something unexpected for a moment
So it was him whor throw that man outside like a papoerr thought lobo to himself thers no oher reason to him to be scared of a regular petson he might be special
Sorry but is it possible you know someone named mr jhonsion
Oh yeah the drinker I know him he beated me in drinking matches what about him
He told me about this man with emvelo barely broken
Yeagh hes a heavy drinker he provably was hallucinating about that part
Said while putting huis hand in جيب
To take out the and pay the bartender and leave
So whos this guy asked lobo he He s good at using miro im sure he used basic miro without any special abilty or he s just a strong guy
0000
If you want information of a specific guy you havvve t o the join one of the big gangs in the potereield
Sorry why you tell me this information asked lobo the bartender
Its simple tell them the owner of the bar named felix and they ll assure me protection and a little bit of money
It's a rule here here in the potterfield
Or to be most clear here in the capital of nation of light
Give me more information
He moved his fingers as waiting more money to get the answer
He puuted money on the counter to get the answers as you know the capoital of nation of light is formed 500 year ago the
0000
Five hundred years ago, during the War of the Kingdoms, the foundations of the capital were born.
As the armies clashed and cities burned, the wealthiest families sought safety far from the chaos. They chose the great plateau in the south of the nation away from the war hidden by the strong water of the southern water of the ocean even strong ships don't dare to go trhere —a natural fortress rising above the land. There, on the summit, they built their mansions, palaces, and high stone walls. What began as a temporary refuge slowly evolved into the prestigious Upper Capital.
To keep their hands clean and their wealth secured, the nobles established large factories along the lower slopes, just beneath the plateau. These factories produced weapons, tools, and luxury items—but they also produced something else: waste.
Toxic waste. Smoke. Chemical sludge.
The nobles did not want it anywhere near their homes, so the workers were ordered to dispose of everything in the natural cave systems beneath the factories.
Meanwhile, the poor—refugees from the war, laborers, and the displaced—built their homes directly on the factory level. As more people arrived, the space filled quickly, forcing new settlers to dig deeper into the caves. They used light-stones, crystals that glowed faintly, to illuminate the expanding underground city.
The deeper they dug, the more the place transformed.
What started as a few simple shelters became a sprawling, multi-layered undercity—what would later be called Potter's Field, the Lower Capital. With every generation, the gap between rich and poor widened, not only in wealth but physically, carved into the very structure of the nation.
But the waste thrown into the caves had consequences. Over centuries, it produced toxic gases that rose from the lowest depths. The deeper one went, the more dangerous the air became. To survive, inventors created ventilation tunnels and vacuum systems powered by wind-stones, but those could only do so much.
Today, Potter's Field is divided into levels:
First 50 meters: The air is breathable, though dusty and heavy.Next 100 meters: The air is irritating to the throat and eyes but still survivable.Final 100 meters and below: The air becomes unbreathable—deadly without special masks, filters, or breathing tools.
Each depth level is ruled by one of the Three Gangs, who control the flow of resources, the oxygen systems, and even passage between sectors. The richer you are, the higher you live. The poorer you are… the deeper you sink.
Potter's Field became a world of shadows built under a world of sunlight.
Two cities layered on top of each other—one thriving, one choking—both born from the same war five centuries ago.
This is basic history
Said lobo