Looking at the nature of his loot, Michael wore a thoughtful expression.
His gaze shifted to the towering black structure in the distance.
"Was this place some sort of research site in the past?"
The intricate design and functionality of the Gargoyle's internal mechanisms amazed him.
Even after years of abandonment, it still functioned, albeit at a diminished rank.
This alone was a testament to the skill and ingenuity of its creators.
However, the strength of the Gargoyle also gave him pause.
The ruins had clearly been abandoned for many years, yet the signs of decay were natural, not the aftermath of a violent conflict.
"So, where did all the people who once lived here go?"
Michael frowned, considering the possibilities.
Did they evacuate, taking everything valuable with them?
However, what could make people with such resources evacuate?
