The commercial district of Phoenix City was a shimmering monument to the wealth gap. Walking down the main thoroughfare, Verso felt like a smudge on a pristine white canvas.
Everywhere he looked, expensive sports cars glided over the road, their polished colorful chassis reflecting the high end clothing stores that lined the streets.
Everyone person that he could see was walking around with a sense of entitlement that only comes from having a eight figure bank account.
Wearing suits that cost more than a Primitive tier beast soul and dresses made of shimmering silk that was probably gathered from some creature in a dungeon.
In his worn out hoodie — the one with the small holes near the cuffs — and his faded black trousers, Verso looked completely out of place.
'Dude, how do these people make so much money...' The question ate away at him.
