Chapter 315 - City Under The City Part One (1/2)

After releasing the beast he had used as a mount, and letting it roam freely through the Factory District. Fell made the rest of the travel to the Core inside of the soldier's vehicle.

The last-minute of travel through the narrow ups and down that led to the Core was spent in utter silence. The only sound entering their ears was the slightly grating-yet pleasurable- noise released by the friction of the wheel on the degraded asphalt.

And as they arrived closer to the Core, that grating sound was accentuated due to the further degradation of the road. Thankfully, most of the vehicles taken during the exodus to the Core had been the kind that could be driven on any type of path without any difficulty.

In fact, the jeep they hoarded might look simple, but was built with technology that made it possible for it to run smoothly on any surface. The only downgrade to that speck was the grating noise released during the friction.

During that time, Fell continued looking at the first sign of the jungle construct that represented the entrance to the Core. Leove noticed the peculiar attention he was paying to their surrounding, and felt that something was of.

”Didn't the cultivator clearly express that he originated from the shantytown named the Core?”

That question appeared in his mind the moment he saw Fell's gaze placated on the transparent grey window on his left. But was kept in his mind, as he truly didn't want to put the strong individual in an odd situation due to his question.

He could sense that Fell had been honest, and hadn't lied during their interaction. The reason that pushed Leove to that certitude wasn't due to any special social skill, but simply resulted from the logical fact that such a strong individual wouldn't need to lie to them.

His capabilities were such that it would have been possible for Fell to take down the entire squad of soldiers in less than a few seconds. Leove had seen his movement method, and was sure that to him, attacks coming from a distance meant nothing as he could quickly cross any distance.

”With his strength, he could have easily brute-forced himself through our small group. He definitely isn't an enemy, and Ronnie's reaction had proofed that fact.”

Leove's puzzlement continued for the rest of the travel as he noticed that Fell wasn't open to discussion after they entered the last part of the journey that led to the Core. And the rest of the squad seemed to have basked in the cultivation's mood as though he had corrupted the atmosphere.

Utter silence spread as Fell looked at the first building of the Core. Buildings made with simplicity, old technology, and decrepit material entered his eyes. A rough smell that seemed to originated from the cement itself basked the shantytown in a rough smell that desensitized the nostrils of anyone that smelled it.

Fell's first impression of the city was that it was old. Architectural styles that could be traced back to the cities- dozens of century before- came to his eyes, and with them appeared the most notable point of the shantytown, the diversity of the constructs.

It was as though the long existence of the shantytown had made it necessary for the citizen of the Core to constantly repair the defiance of the old constructs. Giving births to many oddities that oozed of the creativity of the citizen.

”What a strange picture…”, he mumbled as he couldn't understand why two drastically different towns could exist inside of the same city-state.

”What caused the appearance of such disparity?”, he muttered as he knew that the individual of the Core didn't look any different from the people of the main district.

He didn't even need his memory to be sure about that, as he was a perfect example of that. He, himself, was an individual born in the shantytown named the Core, and had never found that he physically looked any different than the rest.

The vehicle came to a stop, and with it Fell's thought about the disparity in New Casablanca. The urgency of the situation made it such that he didn't care too much about the schism that might have taken place hundreds of years before.

To the Fell that had lost his memory, life seemed to have started less than twenty hours before the current event. And everything had happened quickly to the point where he hadn't been given time to think about the situation.

His knowledge about the balance of power in the city lacked substance to the point where he had only met the armed forces.