Despite being submerged for millennia, the stones looked pristine, as though time had stopped. The surfaces were smooth and radiant, showing no signs of wear.
"So, could these stones be the reason the castle's residents perished?" Michael asked.
"[Most likely. Living atop a god's domain rarely ends well for anyone, miao,]" Miaomiao replied grimly.
"That means, for us to live here, we'd need to remove all these stones. Is that even possible, Grandfather?" Michael asked.
"It might be easier to tear the castle down and rebuild it," Alfred said, his voice heavy with contemplation as he studied the inscriptions.
Michael shared his grandfather's sentiments. If that were the case...
"Miaomiao, do you think you could translate all the writing on these stones?"