While the high spheres of the Alexandria Empire were sinking into a civil war and the hatred of the legendary families continued to grow, the reality of the popular districts was sinking into unspeakable horror.
Far from the imperial palace, the air of the slums had become heavy, saturated with demonic mana oozing from the rifts that were multiplying more and more.
The Empire, although theocratic and orderly in appearance, let its commoners rot in narrow streets where the smell of misery was their daily life. A very hypocritical charity.
In a dark alley of the southern district, a worker suddenly collapsed in the middle of a group of dockworkers. It was not hunger that was felling him, but an invisible shock wave, a black corruption that seemed to infiltrate through his pores.
"Ahhh, Please, Help me !!! "
