The sky was overcast, and a purple sun hung high above, casting a violet haze over the land.
Ian stood on the massive ruins of a collapsed building. The metal platform beneath his feet was mostly rusted, and a slimy fungal mat drooped over its edges.
The architecture was intricate and the metal smelting techniques exquisite. Faint rune grooves were still visible.
This world's civilization was no less advanced than the Profound Yellow World, and was perhaps even more outstanding in some respects.
Gaga emerged from the shadows, shaking a palm-sized piece of metal from its wing. Its surface was a sickly green.
"There's nothing left inside. This is the only thing that hasn't been corroded."
Ian caught it. A light of Purification swept over the metal, and the sickly green filth vanished, revealing star-like specks of light scattered across the entire piece.
He gave it a light squeeze. It was surprisingly sturdy and didn't deform in the slightest.
