He could see thousands of steps rising from the mountain towards the palace. He could see the torches burning brightly despite the heavy snowfall on the roads. He could see the enormous Shorekeeper crest carved into the massive mountain.
It was truly a masterpiece. Cassandra had created a true work of art.
When Atlas looked around, he saw the beauty of the roads. He saw the statues of himself and his sister Eva standing at the entrance to the city as if to say that they would always watch those entering the city.
He saw dozens of ordinary people of different races walking around the city, laughing and having a good time.
Over two hundred thousand people, consisting of slaves from various backgrounds such as former sex slaves, labourers, and many others, had already begun living in this city, and even if Atlas did not notice, millions more would come to live here in the future.
