Raylo stood on Lightning's broad back, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage of a continent floating in the endless darkness.
The vast, silent fragments were like a collection of tombstones, each one a testament to a civilization's final, tragic song.
"Let's go."
After what felt like an eternity, Mage Wendel finally spoke, his impatient voice shattering the suffocating silence.
His voice was hoarse and tinged with irritation.
"Staring at it won't make a flower bloom. Since we're here, we might as well look around and see if there's anything valuable left in this loser's world."
As always, the Legendary Mage's words were practical, even a bit callous.
But his words were like a pinprick, jolting everyone out of the stunned stupor that had nearly frozen their thoughts.
Mage Delin nodded in agreement.
"Wendel's right. There's no point in lamenting the past. We're here to explore. Understanding why they failed is the best way to avoid failing ourselves."
