Arthur slammed onto the ground! His boots splashed into a puddle of foul-smelling iridescent chemical runoff.
He stumbled and his knees actually buckled for a fraction of a second. The gravity was not inherently oppressive like the Celestial Court but his body felt incredibly heavy.
Without the million-fold multiplier constantly reinforcing his cellular structure the sheer physical weight of his own muscles felt foreign.
He stood up and coughed as the thick smog-choked air filled his lungs.
"The Margin," Arthur muttered. He read the dull copper text hovering in his peripheral vision.
It was a sprawling chaotic nightmare of a city. Towering rusted scrap-metal skyscrapers leaned precariously against each other. They were connected by a tangled web of sparking neon cables.
The streets were narrow and packed with a miserable assortment of alien species, exiled cultivators, and cybernetically enhanced thugs.
