"I assure you, every inch of my body is clean as soap! Not that I'll let you check..." Lustre said and laughed heartily. "Well, I shall relent and do as you say. Now, what about the remaining districts?"

You're probably not wrong there. Pyre's always had a passion for doing this sort of straightforward and brutish kind of attack, flashy and such, said he, waving a scaled hand in front of his face. There was no lost love between him and that God, for a number of reasons. There was the more obvious one, with the constant state of war that his Patron God and his Lord always found himself in, he could not allow himself to fraternize and see his enemies as equals. That, and Kafsi once had his heart broken by a young Priestess of Pyre.

Wasn't like he thought about her much, or still had his heart ache a little bit.
Alright maybe a little, but it wasn't the time for that. It was time to return to the drills and training of before.

"Shut up you two. Get back in formation!" The commander yelled at the two as the group ran back into place. This training would go on for quite a bit longer, including combat training, mior spell knowledge and tactics. This kind of militairy advancements was unheard off a small 100-200 years ago. But under the rule of the citadel and the exchange of ideas within its walls, development of all kinds of technology had jumped forward in massive leaps.

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Revealing to Lucem was a massive city. With stone brick houses built upon the ashes of many dead dragons. This citadel stood as a icon for all that the overlord of it's vestige represented. Power, knowledge, and civilisation. While Lucem continued onward, he could follow directions he'd been given earlier to his own will.

Entering the west district, Lucem was met with a whole other atmosphere. Warmth, lightly coloured buildings of marble and stone. Many people walked about. Most seemed tough, with unusual kinds of armour. It would make one reminiscent of houses in Egypt, would such a country have existed back then. Most people that walked these streets were dragon-kin, with a few sahelantropus. As Lucem went on and about, he would stumble upon an inn. The sound of drums echoed from inside, as well as cheerful revel.

A dragon-kin looked up at Lucem, scoffing. "Typical... How many nights are you staying?"