On the barren and desolate mountain ranges stood a cluster of buildings made entirely of black magma.
The monochromatic color and the surrounding bald mountains filled this group of buildings with an air of deathly stillness.
Even a glimpse from afar would reveal that this was definitely a cluster of abandoned buildings.
Rubble and broken stones were everywhere, and the mottled walls were covered with dry, cracked patterns. All the colored buildings were obscured by the drifting volcanic ash.
The Gondola hovered in the sky for a moment, and after confirming there was no danger, Angel and his companions jumped down.
The building complex stretched from the middle of the mountain to the summit; if compared with the towns of the Goldfinch Empire, this area could be estimated to be the size of an ordinary township.
Upon closer contact, just as they had seen before, it was desolate, ancient, and deathly quiet.
