"Quick, let's put them on the ground next to each other."
Lord Marduk swiftly began working on arranging the one hundred and sixty broken monoliths.
Each piece, a fragment of ancient knowledge, was carefully placed on the ground, forming a seemingly chaotic pattern that stretches across the landscape.
Felix and the others watched with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.
Time passed, and a sense of restlessness began to permeate the group...Whispers and murmurs rippled through the crowd, a growing impatience at the apparent stillness of the scene.
The monoliths did absolutely nothing.
Knowing that all they could do was be patient, Felix questioned, "Does each monolith really represent a primogenitor?"
He was told before that each monolith represented a primogenitor and his element, but to see one hundred and sixty monoliths in one place was a lot on its own.
