Tahir hated the feeling of human clothes. The seams were irregular, and the fabric was cheap. Everything was made in a factory and not by hand like in Rhapta, where the old ways were still prevalent. There were other things Rhapta did better as well. Things like food that grew naturally, houses that stayed cool in the heat without the use of machines, and even unpolluted water for every citizen.
It was a shame the city had to fall.
He loved the city; he always had. But like a spoiled pet, it grew to no longer recognize its master and needed to be put down. The Anunnaki had slowly been losing their senses as the population dwindled. Tahir had tried in every way that he could to return them to greatness, but they had strayed too far. He would admit that it was his own mistakes that had led
