Chapter 282 Temple of Mount — Above the Hollow World
The wind carried the scent of old dust as Fitran and Rinoa ascended the rocky path towards Temple of Mount.
Their footsteps echoed among the rough stones, cracked by time and the earthquakes of ages past. The atmosphere around them grew increasingly gloomy, with a thin mist shrouding the area, creating a thick sense of mystique. The air felt cool, and as the wind whispered gently, it seemed to convey messages from antiquity.
Before them lay the center known as Stones, a sacred site revered by three ancient civilizations — the Gamma Nation, the Gaia Nation, and the Earth Nation.
A flat hill, covering 800 square meters in area,
towering 200 meters above sea level. The temple's architecture appeared magnificent, adorned with intricate carvings depicting the gods of long-lost civilizations. These decorations showcased the mastery of the craftsmen, with each detail seemingly telling its own story.
Temple of Mount.
"This is not just a geographical center," Rinoa whispered.
"This is the center of the will of three civilizations."
Circling the hilltop,
the stone walls rise 5 meters high, softly shimmering in the dim light. Their surface is adorned with Proto-Speech glyphs, some worn by rain and wind, yet their presence remains powerful, as if revealing secrets embedded within layers of history. As they continue onward, the initial feeling of tranquility begins to shift into a creeping tension, as though an ancient and sacred force is beckoning them to delve deeper into the mysteries of this place and partake in experiences that have unfolded for centuries.
At every corner,