"Blood Sign: The Heiress"

Chapter twenty-three - Amir, the consequences of the battle.

 Gliding on the wings of an angel, Iona slowly descended. She didn't know what to do, but one thing was clear - there was no point in returning to the mountain. Daku is most likely dead, but give Eternity at least half of the mountain's remains - there will be nowhere to hide.

All of Iona's thoughts were occupied by the mysterious green eye that she found high in the sky above the mountain. Whose is it? Why is it needed? And did he see Iona? Is this even a living organism? These and dozens of other questions did not allow Iona to calmly think about the whole situation. There are too many variables, a lot of it is out of Iona's control, some of which she probably doesn't even know about.

Descending more and more confidently, the girl suddenly shuddered when she saw a piece of the fence. More like walls. A large stone wall, behind which stood the city, no, a fortification! Compared to Daimei, he was twice as big! Whose is it?! Even more questions, Iona took a deep breath and, with an exhalation, finally got rid of the armor completely, beginning to free fall. Closing her eyes, she tried to calm down as much as possible, so as not to say anything stupid when meeting the locals for the first time. Now it was important to play out the situation as competently as possible; Iona understood perfectly well that this city was her only chance to provide her daughter with a normal life. My head cleared, my thoughts finally gathered and Iona calmed down. A pleasant warmth spread through her body, Iona was ready to open her eyes again. As soon as she opened them, she immediately had to regroup so as not to crash. Doing something like a half somersault in the air, Iona landed on perfectly bent legs, albeit breaking several of the dark bricks that made up the wall.

Standing knee-deep in the wall that protected the city from outside threats, Iona was surprised at how "fragile" it was. Bending down, the girl took one of the half-broken bricks and, without any difficulty, clenched her palm into a fist. The dust that remained after fell on the girl's feet.

"Hey, hands up!" Suddenly, a loud, confident voice was heard from the side.

Iona turned her head towards the sound and saw a tall, strong guy in some kind of armor. It was very reminiscent of the concept of angel armor, but it was clearly made of plates that were superimposed on each other. In the hands of, apparently, the guard of the wall, there was a shield and a long, thin spear with a sharp tip. It was clearly held firmly, but how was it secured? Apparently, the development of this city is head and shoulders above that of the same Daimei.

"I need help." Iona explained briefly, showing her daughter.

The guard's face immediately changed.

"Come on in." He said, turning around.

Having followed the guy along the wall to the stairs, Iona followed him down and saw the inside of the city. The view that opened amazed the girl; she had never seen anything like it. Narrow but beautiful and neat streets, houses on both sides of them, even street lamps! Tall pillars with a square, transparent box at the top, apparently, each box contains a small, processed piece of the crystalline stem, perhaps they somehow use it all.

"Keep up." The guard's menacing voice immediately brought Iona back to reality.

Leaving all thoughts for the future, the girl hurried after the guide. After ten minutes of wandering through the narrow streets of the city, they came out onto a huge street, surprisingly spacious compared to others. Apparently, this was the center of the city, in the very heart there is a statue. As far as Iona understood, this is Yoma, who, standing at the very top of the mountain, proudly raises her right hand up, in which lies a crystal similar to the ones that were in the boxes on the high pillars.

"I wonder what that means?"

If on the narrow, oblong streets there were almost no Yoms, then here, in the city center, Yomas were everywhere. Trying to keep up with the guard, Iona looked around. Everyone is so friendly, no one points a finger at Iona, no one whispers. Everyone has their own worries, right, why should they care?