The magic civilization had met its demise eleven thousand years ago.
With the passage of such an extensive period, even the ancient city inside the underground beast Yarakulon had turned to ruins, losing its original form, let alone the ancient ruins in the desert, which were definitely in a state of considerable dilapidation.
However, when Reiger thought this, he was quite astonished to find, upon arriving at the ancient ruins, that although they were covered in dust, they did not appear dilapidated at all.
The majestic temple's surface was dull and lusterless, yet it bore no cracks or missing pieces.
Its presence was not strong, but there was a kind of invisible oppressive force spreading outward.
Faint traces of magic power fluctuated within the ruins, visible to Reiger through his clear-sighted world.
Clearly, even after eleven thousand years, the ancient ruins still operated with intact protective mechanisms, undamaged by the passage of time.
"This is..."
