Meanwhile, back in Angora City, the territory had become a full-on Rebornian territory.
The roads were paved with concrete, allowing hundreds of steel-plated automobiles running to and fro. They were stopped only by the flashing lights on the corner of the streets, cycling between green, orange, and red.
Everything was modernized. Electricity became the norm. Processes were streamlined. And most of all, the entire scenery had become cleaner than it was before. Gone were the days where horse excrements littered the roads, or when people simply dumped their wastes out on the street.
A group of people wearing 'inconspicuous' clothes stood at awe at what they were seeing.
They designed their clothes to look normal—at least for medieval times. But now, amongst modern linen and silk clothes, their attire looked ancient.
"What is going on here?!" one of the men asked.
"Is this really the backwood part of the Royal Continent?!"
