On the first day of Lootwell's Middle Continent branch opening, the factions realized one thing very quickly.
Coming here had been the correct decision.
Those who had followed the rumors felt relief.
Those who had hesitated felt regret.
And those who had thought the rumors were exaggerated began quietly revising their understanding of the word impossible.
The system at the entrance was similar in the West.
Tokens. Every visitor had to receive one.
The tokens were handed out by Lootwell staff in organized lines beneath the towering projection panels outside the grand barrier.
Those panels displayed the rules clearly.
The rules were simple and direct.
And, judging by the expressions of many proud faction representatives, slightly insulting.
Yet no one broke them.
That surprised Lucien.
The Middle Continent was different from the West.
Here, people were more careful.
Because they had face.
