The moment Clyde stepped through the portal, the air felt different from a usual Ruin he stepped into. He glanced around and looking at his new surroundings.
This Ruin looks older than the one they had just left. The landscape stretched in eerie silence. The remnants of a civilization have long been erased.
The floating landmasses here were much smaller because they were fragmented into countless drifting isles that seemed barely held together by invisible threads. The lands are getting older and barely able to put their particles together. He didn't know that it was possible.
Thin streams of light pulsed through the cracks in the floating stones, flickering like dying embers.
Unlike the previous Ruins, where twisted palaces and jagged plateaus still stood as echoes of past grandeur, this place was reduced to ruins of ruins. Like a skeletal remnant of a world that had long since perished.
Clyde narrowed his eyes.