As Han Yu looked up, he saw tall towers, their tops jagged and half-collapsed, loomed over the barrier.
From a distance, they seemed to pierce the mist that hung above the ruins. Their surfaces were uneven, but something about their symmetry caught Han Yu's attention.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he found another gap in the wall and leaned forward to get a better look.
And that was when he saw it.
Each of the tall towers bore a distinct mark carved into the stone... a crest of sorts.
Though time had eroded most of the details, the basic image remained visible. It resembled a sphere, perhaps a moon or orb, with a deep irregular crack or wound carved into its surface. From that wound, lines of liquid seemed to drip, frozen forever in stone.
"What kind of crest is this?" Han Yu tilted his head, trying to interpret it.
