Words
The words of the guardian of the ruins and the scene of the ancient civilization’s downfall reflected in the mirror remain deeply etched in my heart to this day. I vowed to use the power of the “Words of Creation” correctly. To do so, I must unravel the mysteries of these ruins.
The old hunter understood my resolve and nodded quietly. The wariness that had once been evident on his face had faded, and a faint glimmer of hope now seemed to dwell there. “The structure ahead becomes even more complex. Be careful,” he said in a low voice, then took the lead once more and began walking.
We passed through the great hall and stepped back onto the passageway. The ancient characters carved into the walls seemed to be speaking to me. I took the jewel in my hand, felt its warmth, and focused my attention on the characters on the wall. Then, the characters began to glow, and ancient knowledge flowed into my mind.
This ruin is not merely a temple. It was a facility where an ancient civilization researched and sought to control the power of the “Words of Creation.” And it seems that in order to proceed further, we must solve a special mechanism that utilizes the power of the “Words of Creation.”
The old hunter seems to have spotted something at the end of the passageway. “Lord Mitamu, please look at that,” he says, pointing to a door at the far end of the passageway. The door is blocked by a massive boulder, its surface carved with intricate patterns.
I approach the door and examine the patterns. They appear to be mathematical formulas representing the laws of the universe. I took out the “Infinite Book” and interpreted the equations as music. Immediately, the patterns on the door began to play a beautiful melody.
“This melody…” My eyes widened in surprise. It bore a certain resemblance to the sacred melody I had once played on the Harp of Atlantis. Yet this melody was even more complex and powerful.
I take out the Atlantean lyre and play along with the melody. As I do, the patterns on the door grow brighter, and the rocks begin to move slowly. Finally, the door opens.
Beyond the door lies a vast expanse. It looks just like an underground city. Although the buildings are crumbling, they are adorned with beautiful decorations that evoke memories of their former prosperity.
“This is…” I gasp. Could this be the last place where the ancient civilization was active before its downfall?
Just then, a sound reaches my ears. It sounds like faint voices. Together with the old hunter, I carefully make my way toward the source of the sound. Could there still be survivors in these ruins? Or… I press on deeper into the ruins, remaining on high alert.
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