Every face that has lost its tongue is telling of the glorious past of Ancient Yinduo.
In that era dominated by Elemental Magic, countless Wizards once gathered here. They were inspired by the sounds of nature and created an unprecedented school of Sound Magic by pioneering unique pronunciations of spells.
The Wizards of Ancient Yinduo once built a tuning fork-shaped Crystal Tower here, casting upward stairs with solidified sound waves.
High notes danced like phoenixes and butterflies, low notes slithered like great serpents in the sky.
They sang the first melody at dawn, the prism of sound scales igniting the morning light, transforming into a rainbow.
At dusk, they replayed the final melody, predictive shadows forecasting fortune...
Everything was developing towards more prosperity and splendor, until one day, disaster struck!
The sudden sharp noise in his mind made Ronan's body tense. All the beauty he saw shattered abruptly like a mirror.
