Somewhere in the middle-eastern part of the world stood a massive fortress draped in blood-red banners.
Every corner of this place was guarded by soldiers—strong ones. They weren't just ordinary fighters; each one gave off a feeling of power, like they had gone far beyond normal limits.
Their uniforms were a mix of dark red and black, matching the serious expressions on their faces. This wasn't just a zone like the others scattered across the world.
It looked bigger, more important—something that clearly served as a headquarters.
Inside the thick walls of the fortress, a large city was built. It wasn't like those survival camps. This place was organized and developed.
People were out on the streets, trading, buying and selling like in the old world. There were tall buildings, busy alleys, and soldiers patrolling calmly, not rushing or looking worried.
