"Why?"
"What do you seek?"
"What are… you even?"
The words rang out from a place that, at one sight, one could see ought to be mighty.
High walls, a wide expanse with a glowing blue gem floor, a roof that seemed unending.
It was all characteristic of a place grand and mighty.
Except now, it had been broken down to ruin.
The long pillars were littered in cracks, some having fallen already.
The blue gemmed floor had been shattered into nothing—some places having unending abysses, still radiating a faint aura of destruction that had come upon them.
On some parts of the ground were the bodies of Mermans, badly bitten and covered in cracks, their huge tridents shattered into pieces until they formed a small mountain of garbage.
But there was one peculiar thing about them that one could see—it was that they were all alive.
They were deeply injured, but alive.
And remaining standing in what was supposed to be a majestic throne room were two people.
