Some time later, the group finally arrived at their destination.
In front of them loomed a colossal building, with at least ten floors that seemed to challenge the sky itself. The structure, built from a mix of gray stone and gleaming metal, gave the impression of an ancient fortress reborn into a modern era—solid, imposing, and undeniably majestic. Carved columns and towering statues of guardians, each as tall as buildings, flanked the entrance, adding an air of mystery, as though the place hid secrets long forgotten.
A simple but effective sign stood above the entrance: "North Capital Shop." No fancy words. Just those, clear and direct, as if the place, no matter how elegant, was meant only for those who truly knew what they were looking for.
"This is where we got our gear," Ivan said, nodding with a look of near reverence as he stared at the building.
Nathan raised an eyebrow. Wasn't this where everyone got their gear?
