Arc of the Souls Chapter 3: Arc 1, Chapter 3 - Stumbling Upon A Troubled Time

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The convoy ship came to a halt at a station. The biggest docking station of any planet ever. It was 12 circular shaped docking stations, in which the main path connected to the famous Eria Tower. Here you could take ships, hyperloops and even the fastest taxis in the world to wherever you wanted to go. Welcome to Tristate City. A blooming megalopolis home to at least 25 million people in a wide 1,838 square km2 ground. Despite its large population however, it is a snowy place with temperatures always below zero. However, Tristate City has an artificial weather system where temperatures can exceed 20 degrees Celsius. This is a great place for Weapon-Type Soul-Wielders to practice their Soul. As Testharia is the only planet with a Weapon-Type majority population. The city was bustling, booming with top-notch infrastructure, amazing roads and amazingly clean pathways. Since Tristate City is one of the galaxy’s safest cities, everything was kept clean and pristine. It gave off an atmosphere like being in Heaven. “I sure do stand out quite a bit...” She assumed her eye and hair colour isn’t common on this planet. Which was a funny thought, since there is more that’s different about her than just colours. She indeed got some weird looks from Testharians. While being typically tall, thin and pale as snow, she was far from that. She stood at a decent 5’6-5’8 height and was average weighted. As a result, nobody dared to approach her. She could notice that the pathway was left empty for her since Testharians distanced themselves from them. It felt like she was hated by everyone else. It really gave off that kind of a feeling, but it was a far-fetched thought. She was just different, and Testharians had the policy to welcome any foreigners and respect everything about them. Personal space, respect. Who knows what will happen if they get on foreigners’ bad sides. “... Ahem.” She cleared her throat and began walking around to admire the details of Tristate City. She looked to her left, then to her right. There were so many things to admire. Too much that she couldn’t count. “I heard so many stories about Testharia... and its beautiful cities. But I never thought that it would be this amazing...” Her jaw dropped upon seeing the famous Eria Tower. Tristate City has about 9,300 skyscrapers in total, with a poverty rate of almost 0.0001%. Nobody is poor, and nobody was rich. There is almost no crime in Tristate City due to a large deployment of patrol guards to crack down criminals any seconds. However, the chance of that happening was extremely slim, since Testharians are peaceful people. Some skyscrapers were holographic, with tints of orange and blue to represent the flag colours of Testharia. Orange represented Glory. Blue represented Peace. And white represented Prosperity. They merely acted as decoration. “This place is certainly much better than Earth...” The Eria Tower was the tallest tower in Testharia. Standing at an impossible length of a full kilometer, it was the homeplace for the Eria Family. It acted as a hotel, office, accommodations and the top floor, was there the Eria Family lived. She would walk towards it, gazing by how beautiful it looks. The big entrance doors were fully gold, but it was always open for people to see inside. She pointed out the unnecessary security infringement. “Why are the doors open? Wouldn’t they get in trouble if something bad happened?” She made her way towards the entrance, casually entering. In the future, etiquette didn’t come to mind for her. She didn’t even think that she was infringing any rules. What are rules? Rules didn’t exist in her time. Upon entry, she was met with a ginormous, rich looking lobby with perfectly mosaic glass floor with a hologram table that showed the entire map of Tristate City. On her right stood the elevators which lead to certain floors. To be allowed to ride the ‘advanced’ elevators, she had to get a permit by registering herself in the lobby. “...Urgh... a permit?