Stepping off the aircraft, which he still had no proper name for, Mikkish had no conclusion for how to react. He had never been to a big city before. Though his home town was compact, it was home to just under ten thousand people.

Here he now stood, however, at the summit of one of the great glass skyscrapers, over looking similar buildings making up the city which spanned the whole island. It was around 6pm, that time of day where the neon signs were lighting up but the sun was still glowing.

"Here we are, Malfic City. Feel free to count the buildings, you will be quizzed on it later." The man from the helicopter said "You may all call me Richard, by the way."