- Inquisition's tower of civilian affairs, magical study, ruling, and keeping us safe. (They are terrifying people)

The Inquisition district.

It has always been gorgeous with white marble stone, out of all the five major districts it is the one maintained to the highest of standards - the patrols from the Inquisition Guards almost feel unnecessary but if there is one thing they do is have this aura that screams terrorizing anyone getting near them.

Clad in white plated armour with a black cloth over their shoulders and around their waist, with white ends and a golden lining. The plating doesn't look thick but makes them look very agile. The helms they wear differ from one to the next. Others refuse to wear any form of head protection, whereas the rest wear faceless masks enchanted with magic to be able to see through it.

Near the entrance of the tower is a large crowd of individuals, they are surrounded by Inquisition peacekeepers facing away from them - in my stride towards the crowd I can see a few select individuals being guided up the steps the moment when someone else leaves.

Almost like a screening process.

Coming near the edge of the pack, one of the guards gesture me closer, "Good morn-"

"Do you have any registration belonging to any of the sects? Does your family belong to a sect? Are you a noble of a specific sect? Or are you simply here to be registered into one of the sects as a soldier and or adventurer."

I answer instantly, "I am here to register into one of the sectors. Adventuring."

He nods stepping forward, he presses his metal fingers against my chest, "[Mark five]. Step into the line."

I nod, not bothering to break into any more small talk only to be ignored - Adventuring means I become a soldier in one of the sectors anyway. This just gives me clearance to take part in expeditions outside of our walls… just being a soldier just means dealing with people and protecting key places within the city.

I don't wait long, the process seemed to have sped up drastically in just a few moments. Some of these people might already be registered and just need clearance. I don't know.

Finally reaching the front, one of the guards walks up to me, "Follow me."

I nod following him up the stairs into the supermassive doors of the tower, inside there are far more people waiting around than outside - the lobby consists of marble pillars on each side with a large carpet matching the robes of the Inquisition travelling the full length till the back of the room.

On the side walls, there are doors leading to different rooms, being lead to the closest one to us the Inquisitor opens it and pushes me inside shutting the door behind me.

"Sorry - they can be pretty heavy-handed," I nod, lifting my gaze to see an old man sitting behind a large wooden desk.

The office looks almost too bright, despite how dark our world really is. I glance up to see a lantern hanging in the centre of the room with a bright blue flame in the centre. The carpet on our feet is onyx coloured with the same white ends and golden lining.

The table is made out of pale wood, along with everything else carved from the same wood. The frames, the doors, the bookcase and even the chairs.

"Please," he interrupts my thoughts, "Sit down."

"Sorry," I apologize for my spacing out, the old man is greying but he doesn't look frail… that despite his age he looks to be in incredibly good health. I would like to look at his stats but if I wanted to die then at least I have an easy to get to it.

"As you are aware," he has a deep raspy tone, "There exist four sects each controlled by a Lord. Firstly the most prestigious, House of the Black Sun. Secondly, specializing in magics is the House of the Pale Moon. Thirdly, House of the Archons, I need not say more about them. Lastly, The Holy Order of Nyctasha."

"The registration process is easy, I randomly assign you to one of those that I mentioned - you will be assigned as both a pending soldier and adventurer for the Lord in control of that sector. They will be responsible for both your wages, your punishments and rewards."

He then offers his hand, "Please present a hand."

Doing as I am told, he then mutters something under his breath. He is staring into the empty space next to him, quite possibly a spell that allows him to see all of my stats in detail - even those I am not able to see under normal circumstances.

"Volkan," he recites my name - I stop my own instincts from instantly blurting out, 'you can call me Volk'.

He then narrows his eyes, "Strange, these stats of yours have three anomalies of an ancient language - you should ask the Grand Magus to translate it of each sect to learn about it, I imagine they have the knowledge to do so."

I nod, "Okay."

He then chuckles, "House of the Black Sun. A highly prestigious group of people, they treat their people with respect and you will be able to go far with them - the prince is currently looking for active adventurers to send out into the world out there so be ready for that."

"Understood."

He then hands me a parchment, "Take this to the Adventuring Guild in that sector, then after they have put you into the system you will possibly be sent to meet up with the rest of the recruits we have sent over today to form a party. You will learn more once you are there."

I lift myself, "Thank you for your time," I lower my head in greeting.

"Stay safe out there."

House of the Black Sun. Guess some of my dreams are going to come true.