Among them, a part was composed of beast-shaped ashes with numerous long legs wandering through the city...
It was possible to see different ashen silhouettes halting in their tracks, their heads formed of ashes visibly caving in at a noticeable speed to become a hollow ashen mouth.
Although no sound was emitted, one could feel that they were communicating, only to quickly diverge and enter their respective places.
The entire city was formed by countless ashes converging together, imparting a sense of destruction and prosperity coexisting.
Such a scene was completely different from everyone's imagination of the Holy City; rather than calling it Daylight City, it would be more apt to call it Ashen City.
"Are they... still alive?" Serena Martin murmured, her expression filled with shock.
If survivors from the ancient civilization still existed, what would be the point of their presence as archaeologists?
Answers could simply be asked for.
