As Arran approached Amydon, he saw that the city's ruins extended even further than he had realized. He'd thought Amydon was surrounded by rocky terrain, but with a closer look, he saw that the rocks and boulders that littered the town's surroundings had once been buildings.
He recognized the remains of a wall, too. Even with everything but the foundation gone, the wide ring of stone was unmistakable. And it was thick, as well — a good thirty feet, which meant the wall had been massive when it still stood.
But clearly, it had failed its purpose.
Whoever had brought down the city, mere stone had not been enough to stop them. And that, Arran knew, meant they must have been mages. Yet he could not Sense any remaining Essence within the area, which suggested that the city had fallen long ago — centuries, if not more.
Arran furrowed his brow as he passed the outer ruins, his curiosity growing stronger with every step.
