Chapter 13Dante
Dante stood on the deck, watching as the ship dropped anchor in the port of the Preserved Land. The port here was much bigger than what he’d seen on the Fertile Land. It might be even bigger than the port of Alirie. From his spot, he gazed upon the hundreds of market stalls and the seemingly impenetrable curtain of people, trying to get in on the bargains and rare items.
The black market stalls in the ghetto looked similar whenever some bastards got their hands on luxury goods from the upper class. The difference here was that no one had to perform services and questionable favors for the salesman. At least, Dante hoped not.
“Welcome to the Preserved Land,” Raphael said, joyfully spreading his arms, as though he wanted to embrace the entire continent. “You’ll love it her
