Ruins.
The first thing that was associated with this word was a treasure.
Treasures that were so great that they could change your fate in a blip. Great enough to turn even a weak awakener into a formidable one.
Naturally, Ruins inspired stories of hope.
The stories that kept even a person at the bottom keep going.
'My life still has hope. Maybe it'll turn around for the better one day.'
Most of the awakeners that entered the Royal Garden with Varian shared the same view. They viewed it as an opportunity to change their life for the better.
While the public opinion, including these princes, wasn't incorrect, in the end, it was only that.
An opinion. An interpretation of the ground reality.
'And what ruins really are?' Varian exhaled lightly as he recalled his experience since he entered the ruins.
Golden Room.