The city was a beautiful creature, when observed from above. The differences between the practicioners of magic and the users of advanced technology had caused a great contrast, as the city had bee divided into several areas. Futuristic-looking areas, interspersed with scenes that looked like they came from Lord of the Rings. A farmer's market was occurring in one of the many middlegrounds, an area where tech was accepted, but not built into everything. It was a silly division, but those that used magic had historically always rejected advances in science, and the two were almost diametrically opposed.

Using the Absolute Eye, Shiro observed the many going-ons in the city. A minor crime in some alley, a fool attempting to mug a drunk man. It was simple enough to teleport in a pile of bricks, ending the mugger's life with hardly any effort. But today Shiro wasn't on the lookout for petty criminals, he was hunting far greater prey. It was doubtful that Cataclysm would show his face within the city, but undoubtedly someone in this city had the information he needed. Someone in this city would know how to find Cataclysm, or at least the first clue that would get him started.

Far below, a man in what appeared to be power armour walked into a rough-looking bar. Power armour was a speciality of Shiro's, and the fellow had looked to have recently been in a fight. Probably unrelated, but it was the best lead he had at the moment. As such, he moved to behind the stranger and followed him into the bar, looking around at the scum that gathered here. The smell of alcohol and sweat was thick and sweat, almost drowning out the slight hint of burnt pork chops. This place was disgusting, a place for the masses to waste away their lives away and for criminals to set up their targets. 

"I don't suppose either of you fine gentlemen could help me?" He took a seat next to Mr Crispy, ordering a milk. It got him a strange look, but nobody was going to argue with the dude in full armour. Getting drunk made you sloppy, and if this situation turned sour being drunk could get him killed. "There's a certain individual that goes by the name of Cataclysm. He's a villain responsible for several deaths, and undoubtedly will soon be responsible for more." Shiro received his drink, nodding at the bartender. His face was covered by his helmet, preventing anyone from reading his expression. "Now, I can see that you've gotten into a bit of a scuffle recently. Based on the smell, you barbecued said scuffle. So her I am, thinking there might be some connection."