Before even reaching the transparent dome around the empire, Tyr and the other two came across more modern architecture.

The stone beneath them turned to large, smooth white stone bricks from over 1000 feet away and stayed this way up until the entrance to the country.

A small gate surrounded this white stone floor, and right from there Tyr and the others could see that a long ass line was before them.

Looking up, they could see various travel and shipment vehicles via flying aircraft coming in and out of the dome.

To the left and right, other pathways several thousand feet in the distance loaded and unloaded cargo non-stop.

However, this one line seemed to be the only one for people to enter and exist.

As they got in line, they noticed dozens of people leaving the transparent dome at the same time as well.

‘So big…’ Tyr thought to himself. There was so much going on that he couldn’t help but get the impression that this place was ginormous.

It was on another level compared to Seris.

The line took a long time to shorten.

Tyr and the other two were met by a single tall guard at the end. He wore half chainmail and cloth armor with an open helmet on his head.

After checking their Hunter ID’s, he allowed them inside.

As they crossed the transparent threshold into Rock Saelfine, Tyr was immediately assaulted by the city’s vastness.

The sheer size of the place seemed almost unfathomable, stretching out in every direction as far as the eye could see.

The streets were a living tapestry of activity—people of all kinds jostled along the crowded sidewalks, some hurrying purposefully while others lingered at vibrant market stalls.

The city was a dazzling amalgamation of eras. Towering skyscrapers of sleek glass and polished metal loomed high above, their reflective surfaces catching the sunlight and casting shifting patterns on the smooth, white stone pavements below.

These modern giants stood in striking contrast to the older buildings that dotted the landscape—elegantly carved stone structures that hinted at a rich medieval history.

Flying vehicles zipped through the sky, their streamlined forms gliding effortlessly against the backdrop of the transparent dome that covered the city.

The air was filled with a cacophony of sounds: the constant hum of advanced machinery mingled with the rhythmic clatter of traditional tools. Vendors called out, their voices rising above the din as they peddled their wares.

The scent of street food and fresh produce mended with the more metallic tang of machinery, creating an aroma that was uniquely Rock Saelfine.

Tyr’s head only faced up and around, unable to stop his amazement at the grandeur of this place.

As he walked forward, he suddenly bumped into someone.

He had been looking up for so long that he forgot to make sure he wasn’t getting in anyone’s way.

He looked down, “Oh, my bad–” He cut himself off, noticing the attire person that he had bumped into.

‘N-naked?’ He thought to himself, his eyes surveying the person in front of him.

It was a man in his early thirties. He had bronze skin and brown eyes. His head was bald, and he was no taller than 5’6 ft.

He was fully naked, his skin blistered and slashed with all types of scars and bruises.

He was bald, and one of his eyes was missing. His hands and feet were tied together with chains.

‘A slave…’ Tyr said inwardly.

At that moment, this man’s gaze slowly moved up from the ground and looked into Tyr’s eyes.

Tyr gasped subconsciously as he saw the look in the man’s eyes.

Despair.

The eyes were like that of a ghost. They were void, filled with nothing but horrible sorrow.

There was something about them that caused this vision to be etched deep into Tyr’s mind. It was as though all of the suffering that man had gone through was showing through his eyes all at once in that single moment.

Tyr could see the man’s yearning for hope, but along with that, also his belief that there was no such thing in store for him.

“You… dare look at someone else in the eye?” A disdianful voice came from behind the slave from a person who was holding a chain that connected to the slave’s chains.

As the naked man heard this, he immediately looked back down at the floor.

“Looking humans in the eyes… that is worthy of capital punishment!” The man behind the slave suddenly kicked him down onto the floor.

Tyr furrowed his eyebrows as he saw this.

A few people also glanced over at this scene, but quickly shrugged it off and continued moving.

“Are you trying to say you are equal to us? Do you not know your place? I would have never bought you if I had to simply kill before the auction! Act accordingly, you trash!” The man pompously screamed, continuously kicking the slave who was curled up on the ground.

‘He… isn’t stopping.’ Tyr thought to himself, his eyes twitching slightly with shock and displeasure.

“Get up!” The man said as the slave slowly stood. He kicked him again, prompting to slave to stumble forward and start walking.

The man then turned to Tyr, giving him an annoyed look as well, “What are you doing? Trying to have a conversation with him or something? Jeez…” He said before moving on.

A few bystanders chuckled at the thought of that.

Tyr, however, didn’t understand how that was so crazy.

After the slave left, he scratched the back of his head.

“What the fuck…” He said out loud.

Hanzo patted him on the shoulder, “It’s good you didn’t interfere. We would have had to deal with every mother fucker in here with a slave otherwise.” He said, moving forward.

Malon stared at the ground, clenching his fists.

“I can’t believe this place.” He said under his breath, very upset. “Tsk.” He also moved forward.

Tyr took a second to think before doing the same, ‘Despite what he’s going through, he still refuses to ask for help… is that mental willpower, or unfathomable fear?’

The trio continued, eventually making thier way to a large establishment which Tyr instantly recognized as a Hunter’s Guild.

“Mastermind Hunter Guild.”

After a deep breath, Tyr took a step forward toward the building.

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