Chapter 629: Fallen Ruins

Chapter 629: Fallen Ruins



The immense suns looming in the skies experienced a precipitous fall, ushering in an impenetrable darkness that lent the Ruins of the Northern Sands a terrible eeriness. Despite the strangeness, Kieran bizarrely enough felt at ease.

Perhaps it has something to do with the kindred concept of this place - destruction and ruin. As it stood, both of said concepts had brushed his soul.

Nevertheless, his comfort was not a luxury shared with the others. They stepped gingerly and shot furtive glances at the surrounding broken sand structures, betraying their uneasiness.

"Dude! There's just no way, man. Why is it so damned dark all of a sudden?" Nemean muttered, inching closer to the others.

"I don't know," Bastion commented. "But it's damned scary, I tell you that. I don't do very well with the dark."

"Or with bridges, apparently," Altair added, suddenly appearing from some unknown patch of darkness. His appearance was soundless and gave everyone a start, even Kieran, who had his perception spread to detect Altair's expected return.

However, some strange aspect of Altair's abilities shrouded him from ordinary and mystical detection. Perhaps that shroud could be penetrated, but Kieran wasn't confident he could pull that off with his current capabilities.

What if he could hone his vision and perception, though?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Now that he was an Adept, there was a strange, manipulable characteristic to his senses. It was like delving into the settings of a device before proceeding to tweak it to your benefit. This wasn't knowledge he gained after numerous attempts, but instead inherent knowledge that came with the Advancing, like it was leaving crumbs for him to follow.

Kieran shrugged.

The information was important, but he wasn't keen on taking a risk with his sight. In the Trial, he learned that using his eyes to "see" could cost him if he was too overzealous and greedy. Truthseeking was best utilized in moderation or at a pace that fit the seeker's capabilities.

"What's the verdict?" Kieran asked.

Altair's expression took on a grim shade, and the tone of its voice matched his dark visage.

"Whatever you expected... think that it's ten times worse. I would suggest that you be extremely cautious with where you step. You will plunge into the unknown depths beneath the sand if you're not careful."

Kieran found that piece of information strange. That quality was supposedly unique to the Crumbling Sand, and it happened because the Sand Worms and their larvae corroded the layer beneath the ground.

Was that also true for the Northern Sands?

The corner of Kieran's lips twitched as if subtly irritated. And he was. His eyes failing to detect inconsistencies in the sand was vexing.

"Is the ground unstable?"

"Why must we miss out on the battle experience while you all go down to canvas the area and likely get into some chaos?"

"Because that is what I instructed you to do," Alexandria said. She gave them all a stern look, and soon enough, all of their bullish confidence vanished.

Bastion gave an impressed whistle, shaking his head out of admiration and adoration.

Meanwhile, Kieran started his descent down the steps.

All the while, he was also thinking about several things.

'Altair said golems? Hopefully, they're not the kind of golems I'm thinking about. There's no way they'd be modeled after the Guardian of the Northern Sands, right?'

Kieran felt at least a part of the Guardian of the Northern Sands was still alive because Facina had become a contractor. While that didn't promise it was still of this world, at least its spirit maintained a connection to Xenith, allowing descendants of the Desertborn to contract and

wield a portion of its power.

However, what was the actual purpose of the Guardian of the Northern Sands? It failed to prevent the fall of this thriving civilization, and sadly, Kieran couldn't see more about its

history.

He only caught glimpses of the civilization thriving and making skillful use of sand to assist in their daily lives.

Despite the excellence he witnessed in the visions, the people and the empire in the Northern

Sands faced demise.

Whether it came from natural causes or the outcome of a cataclysmic battle was unknown to

Kieran, but maybe that played into why Dusvim was tasked with destabilizing Aeredale's

economy.

There seemed to be a feud between Aeredale and other places.

And had this been the result of petty transgressions, Kieran would have taken that assumption at face value, but Bundal's Log hinted at an unseen conspirator monitoring his progress and urging him to hasten his experiments.

Carrying the ball of crimson flame, Kieran and the others entered the Ruins of the Northern Sands, descending lower and lower until there was nothing but darkness in front and behind

them.