There was a bright light up ahead, shining on their faces.
Apollo didn't know how he didn't notice it earlier.
"What is that?"
Layla giggled.
"I don't know! Let's go take a look!"
The two of them ran towards the overbearing glare from their front.
They got over the crest of a hill and had a look.
They saw a small village.
Black wooden walls about three meters high surrounded the place. There were countless holes in these walls that had been patched over.
It was clear this village had suffered through countless battles.
At the center, was a giant white flame. It rested upon some strange monument and tyrannically lit up the surroundings.
Apollo furrowed his brows.
"There are people living here?"
Layla giggled.
"Yeah, come on!"
Layla grabbed onto Apollo's wrist and dragged him along to the village's entrance.
The village entrance was composed of two gates. It was almost like an airlock, but a rudimentary version.
Layla waved her arms around.
