Chapter 5244 Careless Gesture
- Jared and Flaxseed flowed with the crowd into Swordmaster City. What met them stole breath from every lung.
- Streets broad enough for caravans were paved with dark, iron-flecked stone. On either side, buildings rose like serrated blades, each storefront bearing a sign that whispered of steel—”Forging Hall,” “Sword Scripture Vault,” and dozens more.
- Eight of every ten passersby wore a weapon at hip or across back. Even those in plain linen gave off a razor-keen aura that pricked the skin.