At this moment, Bologue finds himself on a straight boulevard in the plaza, where most of the cobblestones underfoot are shattered, like broken notes, resembling an ancient forgotten tune. As he moves his gaze, the thick layers of dust obscure the avenue, as if burying the entire world.
Surrounding him, the soaring towers stand like frozen smoke; some are fragmented, like twisted memories eroded by time, rugged and desolate. Others are on the verge of collapsing, emitting eerie moans, as if lamenting some unspeakable sorrow.
The towers encircle the Ashen Plaza where Bologue stands, forming a towering wall of protection. They seem to be defending this place, or perhaps they are watching over this ash-covered graveyard.
"Though we couldn't directly reach the Golden Palace, it has brought us to its forefront."
