By evening, the Mech descended into a town after soaring through the sky.
Along the way, they encountered a strict security checkpoint. Only after their identities were confirmed in the database were they allowed entry.
From that alone, it was clear this town was far from ordinary.
Concrete buildings lined the streets, bathed in the glow of soft lights. A massive church stood proudly at the center, its spires piercing the sky.
Strange, bug-shaped cars rolled down the asphalt roads, while lush green trees had been carefully planted near homes, along roadsides, and around government buildings.
It looked like a small utopia. But whether true peace existed here, Igaris wasn't sure.
After all, a book can't be judged by its cover.
After parking the Mecha in a designated spot, Wilson said:
"Here we are, boy. Across this road, you'll find hotels or transportation services, whatever you need there."
