Ancient ruins hibernated in the darkness. A thousand years' time could not erode the sturdy man-made construction materials, but it ate away the human auras that had once existed here. A cold yet humid air was entrenched in these corridors and rooms that had seen much of the changes in human life. There was neither vitality nor lifelessness in the air.
Such an atmosphere had lasted for such a long time until outsiders broke it.
Magic crystals illuminated the way ahead with the bright light they emitted. The fully armored Cecil combat squad trod in the depths of the corridor. They were cautious and intent as if standing ready to respond to the monsters that would lunge out from the darkness — despite the biggest living creatures that they had seen since entering the ruins being a few mice.
