They continued to move through the land and eventually faced some troubles, but nothing serious happened except some void god or true god level of threat, which the group handled easily.
Finally, after hours of careful advance, the scenery shifted.
A vast field of ruins unfolded before them.
Broken temples and collapsed towers lay scattered across a devastated expanse, their once-divine grandeur reduced to rubble. Among the shattered foundations glimmered countless fragments of divine artifacts—splintered blades, fractured armour, and shattered rings and talismans. The residue of unimaginable power still radiated from them, even in ruin.
For a moment, it was as if every warrior present had forgotten to breathe.
Even damaged, such artifacts held great value. Melted down and reforged, they could become powerful new treasures—perhaps even lifesaving miracles in the future.
Eyes gleamed. Hearts burnt.
But none reached for them.
Not yet.
