The sun shone brightly in the sky, the oppressive heat of the summer raining down on the world. Inside a forest, bugs crackled. Even with the noises of the bugs, the forest still felt silent—deadly and awe-inspiring.
But within that forest, there was an opening where ruins of something out of history lay barren. Broken pillars, ruined walls, moss-covered bricks. The whole place looked like a castle but was completely covered in moss.
The structure gave off a feeling of something profound that hit the soul in layers the human mind fails to understand. A profound, deep sense of loss washed over the hearts of whoever looked at it.
But right now, the entire ruin site was filled with the clamor of students, with small transportation ships landing and taking off.
This historical site was known as the War Castle of Holocaust. What was currently visible was just the top of the castle that had a balcony, yet the grandeur of the architecture could still be felt.
