They searched without rushing too much despite every step carrying pressure because they need to go to level 60 as soon as possible.
The ruined city stretched around them like a preserved wound. Its silence pressed harder the longer they remained inside it as if they could still feel the souls that were living in this place a long time ago.
Wind moved through broken arches and hollow streets, but nothing else responded. No creatures watched them. No traps sprang.
Erend now moved through open plazas and collapsed courtyards where the ground dipped unevenly, as if the earth itself had sagged under unbearable weight.
He brushed sand from stone reliefs carved directly into the flooring.
Once again he saw Dragons appearing again and again, not depicted in fury, but in certain posture like standing, watching, or anchoring.
The figures of worshippers were carved beneath them, arranged in disciplined lines rather than chaotic battle.
