Chapter 6 The Disappearing Glory

The memory fragments that flooded into his mind surged like a tide. Dr. Ebert held his head in pain. Those pictures were strange but inexplicably familiar. They rolled and collided in his mind, impacting his reason.

He saw the towering tower, with dazzling lightning flashing on the top. It was the pinnacle of ancient technology and could control the power of thunder and lightning; he saw the city floating in the air, magnificent and beautiful, which was a miracle of architectural art, like a fairyland in myths and legends; he also saw strange creatures, some of them were docile and cute, and some were fierce and abnormal. They coexisted harmoniously with humans and formed a unique ecosystem of that era.

However, the beautiful scene was soon replaced by another picture. War, cruel war, like a plague, quickly devoured the once glorious civilization.

The peaceful and peaceful land was torn apart, and the originally fertile fields were stained red with blood. The people holding weapons, with hatred and madness in their eyes, killed each other mercilessly in order to compete for resources and for their respective beliefs. Brothers turned against each other, fathers and sons became enemies, former friends and relatives now turned their swords against each other, and the laughter and joy of the past were now replaced by wailing and crying.

He saw that advanced technology was used to create terrible weapons, and those tools that were originally used to improve life have now become weapons to harvest lives. The giant war machines made a deafening roar, spewed out flames of destruction, and turned the once beautiful and fertile land into a scorched earth. The once prosperous city turned into ashes in the flames, and the once magnificent buildings collapsed and shattered in the explosions.

Countless lives disappeared in the flames of war, and innocent civilians and brave soldiers turned into dust in this catastrophe. He saw mothers desperately holding their children, trying to avoid the artillery fire from the sky; he saw lovers hugging each other tightly, still protecting each other at the last moment of their lives; he also saw the elderly, children, women, those unarmed people, being ruthlessly devoured in despair and fear...

"No! Don't..."

Dr. Ebert groaned in pain. He wanted to stop it all, but he was powerless. Those pictures and sounds were so real and shocking, as if they happened right in front of him, making him feel the same and heartbroken.

After an unknown amount of time, those memory fragments finally gradually dissipated. Dr. Ebert collapsed on the ground powerlessly, gasping for breath, and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

He raised his head and looked at the dense forest in front of him, his heart filled with sadness and confusion.

"Is this the final ending of the legendary ancient Indian civilization?" Dr. Ebert murmured to himself, "Is it possible that all civilizations will eventually be destroyed?"

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

He only knew that he was now in a strange time and space, a time and space that was completely different from the modern world he was familiar with.

He didn't know how he could return to his own world, but he knew that he couldn't just give up.

He had to cheer up, explore this unknown world, find the way home, and find the answer that might not exist.

He stood up, patted the dust off his body, put the statue back into his pocket, and continued to walk along the stream.

He knew that the road ahead was full of unknowns and challenges, but he was ready.

Because he knew that he was no longer alone.

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