Primal Outcasts

Chapter 14: The Heart of Las Mesozoic

The massive gates of Las Mesozoic creaked open, revealing a sprawling city that shimmered with vibrant colors and intricate architecture. Towers of stone, carved with ancient glyphs, rose high into the sky. Marketplaces bustled with reptilian folk of all shapes and sizes—dinosaurs, lizards, and even some serpents—each moving about their day in harmony. The air was warm, carrying the scent of exotic spices and baked clay.

Kuma's eyes widened as he took it all in. "Whoa... this place is so different than Nibel," he said, his voice tinged with awe. "It's like stepping into a whole other world."

Amy adjusted the strap of her star-themed bag and smirked. "I'll admit, it's impressive. Way more lively than I expected. And those towers—how do they even balance like that?"

Max remained silent, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of trouble. "Keep your guard up," he muttered, his tone gruff. "This isn't a sightseeing trip."

Jagger chuckled, leading the group through the bustling streets. "Welcome to Las Mesozoic, friends. This city's heartbeat is its people and its history. You'll find wonders here that'll make Nibel seem like a quiet little village."

Kuma tilted his head, trying to process it all. "Do all the reptiles live here? Or is it just one of many cities?"

"It's one of the largest," Jagger replied. "A hub for trade, politics, and the arts. But make no mistake—this city has its dangers, especially with tensions rising between us and the Birds."

Amy furrowed her brow. "So this Bird conflict... is it as bad as everyone says? Such as one that tried to rob us?"

Jagger sighed, his normally jovial expression darkening. "Worse. They've been encroaching on our territory for years. Skirmishes are becoming more frequent. Some say they're planning something big, but our king hasn't found out about their plan yet."

"Damn, I wish we could help." Kuma said as he clutched his fists.

Jagger glanced back at Kuma, his expression softening slightly. "Your spirit's admirable, Kuma, but this is a conflict rooted in years of mistrust and bloodshed. It's not something easily solved by stepping in."

Amy nodded thoughtfully. "Still, it's tough just standing by while innocent people are caught in the crossfire. There has to be a way to stop it before it gets worse."

Jagger gave her a small smile. "Perhaps. But for now, let's focus on getting you all settled. The King will want to hear about your journey—and the bandit attack—when he's ready."

As they continued walking, the massive castle loomed closer, its stone walls adorned with banners depicting fierce reptiles locked in battle with birds. It was a stark reminder of the ongoing conflict.

The group approached the castle gates, where two towering guards stood at attention. Their scaled armor gleamed in the sunlight, and their spears crossed to block the entrance.

"Halt," one guard said, his voice firm. "The King is occupied and will not receive visitors at this time."

Jagger frowned, his hands resting on his hips. "I'm Jagger, and these are my guests, here by the King's invitation." Jagger said as he showed the king's invitation with the royal seal.

The second guard hesitated but remained resolute. "Apologies, Jagger, but his orders were clear. No interruptions until the council meeting concludes."

Amy folded her arms, her expression skeptical. "Typical royalty. Always too busy for the people who need them most."

Kuma looked at Jagger nervously. "So... what do we do now?"

Jagger sighed, his frustration evident. "We wait. Or better yet, take a look around the city. You've traveled far, so you might as well see what Las Mesozoic has to offer. I'll come find you when the King is ready."