Further down the criss-cross roads of the Transport Port was a humble, medium-sized building.
Its outward appearance was that of a standard corporate office, but the number of guards around the Building described it as anything but humble.
Each guard was a Knight. A System user of course, whose levels preceded the aura of strength they exuded.
At least at the 80th level.
In other words, 8th stars… Masters.'
Darrell observed the view from a distance away from the front door.
His arms were placed in his corporate trousers, and a low whistle played from his lips as he looked around.
The area around the Portal Station was calm and empty. A stark contrast to the bizarre number of people where the Carriages were placed.
It was intriguing.
A pause for thought as he enjoyed the sudden peace after walking down a stream of endless noise.
But like every moment, it was ephemeral.
His attention drifted from the building to the girl who stood in front of the door.
