Kaelen stood at the edge of the smoldering crater, his mind was churning as he tried to piece together the puzzle before him. His memory of the monoliths during his attunement was vivid—seven of them, perfectly spaced in a circular formation, their eerie presence looming like silent sentinels over the landscape.
'That leaves six more...'
From what he remembered, the formation itself wasn't supposed to be vast; the obelisks were arranged in a diameter that should have made it possible to see at least one from another's location. Yet as Kaelen scanned the barren horizon, he found nothing. No faint glimmers, no jagged silhouettes breaking the monotonous expanse—just the endless, desolate wasteland stretching out in every direction.
Why can't he see the rest of them?
