Their destination had been decided, and there was no room for delay.
By the time Ethan stepped out of his prison cell, night had already fallen.
Outside, the buildings still towered over the streets, their imposing heights and hostile architecture giving the city an unmistakably oppressive appearance. Constructed from dark and gray stone, they made Ashvarn a gloomy city in every sense of the word.
"It's almost like I'm still trapped inside that dungeon…"
Ethan muttered to himself, struck by just how much Old Ashvarn resembled its modern counterpart.
After all, they had originally been one and the same city.
At first, he could hardly tell the difference between them. But as he wandered through the streets, the distinctions quickly became apparent.
Unlike the Legacy dungeon, which had been crawling with monsters thirsty for his blood, the streets of Ashvarn were filled with ordinary residents.
