Yel's smile lingered as he straightened again, brushing a hand down the front of his robe. "Neramor's Shell..." He said, this time with the reverence of someone invoking a name better left undisturbed. "This place has been off the books as long as we've had books. The ruins there predate even our deepest archives. Nothing official remains. Only theories."
Arthur's eyes didn't leave the amber pulse. "Ruins of what? An old outpost? Civilian remnants?"
"Older than either." Yel answered quietly, his voice smoothing out into something near fondness. "Neramor's Shell used to be a pre-flood site. Its original purpose is long gone, erased even from the stories. But those who've studied what fragments we've recovered agree it carries the mark of a civilization far more advanced than anything we currently understand. Some historians call them the 'Gone Architects.' I'm sure you've come across the term."
