The Universe Is Innately Just 315 City Under The City Part One

The last-minute of travel through the narrow ups and down that led to the Core was spent in utter silence. The only sound entering their ears was the slightly grating-yet pleasurable- noise released by the friction of the wheel on the degraded asphalt.

And as they arrived closer to the Core, that grating sound was accentuated due to the further degradation of the road. Thankfully, most of the vehicles taken during the exodus to the Core had been the kind that could be driven on any type of path without any difficulty.

In fact, the jeep they h.o.a.rded might look simple, but was built with technology that made it possible for it to run smoothly on any surface. The only downgrade to that speck was the grating noise released during the friction.

During that time, Fell continued looking at the first sign of the jungle construct that represented the entrance to the Core. Leove noticed the peculiar attention he was paying to their surrounding, and felt that something was of.

"Didn't the cultivator clearly express that he originated from the shantytown named the Core?"

That question appeared in his mind the moment he saw Fell's gaze placated on the transparent grey window on his left. But was kept in his mind, as he truly didn't want to put the strong individual in an odd situation due to his question.

He could sense that Fell had been honest, and hadn't lied during their interaction. The reason that pushed Leove to that cert.i.tude wasn't due to any special social skill, but simply resulted from the logical fact that such a strong individual wouldn't need to lie to them.

His capabilities were such that it would have been possible for Fell to take down the entire squad of soldiers in less than a few seconds. Leove had seen his movement method, and was sure that to him, attacks coming from a distance meant nothing as he could quickly cross any distance.

"With his strength, he could have easily brute-forced himself through our small group. He definitely isn't an enemy, and Ronnie's reaction had proofed that fact."

Leove's puzzlement continued for the rest of the travel as he noticed that Fell wasn't open to discussion after they entered the last part of the journey that led to the Core. And the rest of the squad seemed to have basked in the cultivation's mood as though he had corrupted the atmosphere.

Utter silence spread as Fell looked at the first building of the Core. Buildings made with simplicity, old technology, and decrepit material entered his eyes. A rough smell that seemed to originated from the cement itself basked the shantytown in a rough smell that desensitized the nostrils of anyone that smelled it.

Fell's first impression of the city was that it was old. Architectural styles that could be traced back to the cities- dozens of century before- came to his eyes, and with them appeared the most notable point of the shantytown, the diversity of the constructs.

It was as though the long existence of the shantytown had made it necessary for the citizen of the Core to constantly repair the defiance of the old constructs. Giving births to many oddities that oozed of the creativity of the citizen.

"What a strange picture…", he mumbled as he couldn't understand why two drastically different towns could exist inside of the same city-state.

"What caused the appearance of such disparity?", he muttered as he knew that the individual of the Core didn't look any different from the people of the main district.

He didn't even need his memory to be sure about that, as he was a perfect example of that. He, himself, was an individual born in the shantytown named the Core, and had never found that he physically looked any different than the rest.

The vehicle came to a stop, and with it Fell's thought about the disparity in New Casablanca. The urgency of the situation made it such that he didn't care too much about the schism that might have taken place hundreds of years before.

To the Fell that had lost his memory, life seemed to have started less than twenty hours before the current event. And everything had happened quickly to the point where he hadn't been given time to think about the situation.

His knowledge about the balance of power in the city lacked substance to the point where he had only met the armed forces.

Seeing that Leove had risen from the leather set of the vehicle. Fell and the other followed him out of it as they appeared in a narrow street that finished in a dead end. In front of them, several other vehicles seemed to have been placed in line through the narrow street, as though it had been turned into a parking lot by the authorities of the city.

"Here, Sir.", exclaimed Leove as he showed the way to the young cultivation.

Hesitation flashed on Fell's face for a split second- Leove didn't have the time to notice it- before he decided that it wouldn't be bad to meet the higher up of the armed forces.

Although he was impatient to know more about himself, he was aware that it would be preferable to meet the authorities in place before taking care of his own business. In the end, the situation in the city-state of New Casablanca oozed of bitter urgency, and needed to be taken care of before he could move on. A half mashed responsibility that the young cultivator didn't feel like dropping. Especially after having failed the attempt at controlling the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation.

Fell silently nodded as he stepped forward, and began following Leove through the narrow path that led out of the improvised parking lot. The rest of the squad followed them quietly, carrying in their arms boxes and cases that seemed to contain weaponry and ammunition.

During that time, Fell felt a gaze lingering on his back. One that could only be produced when one used the corner of his sight to gaze at someone through his peripheral vision.

Nonetheless, the young cultivator didn't do anything to stop that as he could sense that hidden among those gazes was Ronnie. The young soldier seemed to have calmed down after his interaction with Fell, and behind his unfazed face, shame seemed to have tainted his face slightly red.

Thankfully for him, Ronnie wasn't the type of individual who couldn't hold a hard face, and thus didn't betray the shame he was feeling deep down.

The small group of individual traversed several narrow paths before entering a building that stood in a random corner. The building in question was old, and decrepit, and was in an even worst condition than the rest of the constructs in the Core. Yet, the moment they entered it, Fell picked up a very soft whisper coming from under his leg.

As though it was escaping from the fine pores existing in the cemented floor.

Leove caught on Fell's gaze, and couldn't help but have his eye flash with surprise. He immediately noted in his mind that the young man's senses didn't lack anything compared to his speed.

"A well-rounded individual…", he muttered softly as he continued leading the way. After entering the decrepit building, the small group moved took the stair that led to the bas.e.m.e.nts, and before long, stopped in front of a metallic door.

Fell's eyes opened the moment he caught on the door, as he felt that behind the steel blockade were hundreds upon hundreds of weak blood essence signals. "Living under the Earth…", he silently exclaimed in his mind.

A small blink minutely flashed in the center of the mettalic door, and the next moment, a sliding- grating- acute noise reverberated through the small bas.e.m.e.nt before extending to the rest of the building in a silent burp caused by the vibration.

When the annoying sound stopped, Fell found himself looking through an opened path. And before long, he found himself once again walking through long and narrow paths that led what seemed to be a vast terrain.

The long surface seemed to be the size of dozens of football stadiums. And contrary to what one might expect in such places, life was bustling here with a raging vigor as the noises released by the hundreds of humans here formed a reverberating beehive.

Leove turned toward Fell, and opened his arm wide as he put the large s.p.a.ce in emphasis with his body language before adding.

"Welcome to the camp Delta.3!", he exclaimed with antic.i.p.ation as though he was the one that was discovering the odd place.

Fell nodded with a slight smile at the warm invitation, and followed him inside.

Having to hide underground wasn't anything glorious, but War was rarely about glory and victory, and more about bitter ingenuity to achieve survival.