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Following a vaguely recognizable main path, Antilokos proceeded.
Small stones, stirred by the prince's movement, rolled in all directions, hitting the fragmented walls.
Amidst these ruins, Antilokos saw many creations of the same style as the ones he had seen before.
Broken patterns, shattered, chaotic crystal pipes, and various texts and books.
A polyhedral stone that continuously absorbed elements from its surroundings but could never garner any energy.
Yet, as he neared the center of this ancient city, more and more doubts surfaced in the prince's heart.
Without a doubt, there had once been a great civilization here, far more powerful than Pilos, even comparing the two would be an insult to the former.
Even the Silver Moon City, which worships the Ancient Gods, while Antilokos did not understand the true strength of the two, in his opinion, the latter might not be more powerful than this kingdom that had long perished.