Chapter 24: Dungeon Raid [3]
Everything changed the moment I stepped through the orange gate.
The atmosphere itself grew dense, golden light distorting into a muted bronze as I fell... no—descended, through the void.
Through my blurred vision, fragments of knowledge from eras long past flashed in my mind.
A once thriving city, established in a vast desert that stretched as far as the eye could see, camels and merchants moved through the searing sun, attempting to transport their goods.
Even though they hailed from different origins, most headed toward nearly the same destination: The grand cities.
The same flourishing cities I witnessed, they ranged from towering pyramids to expansive walls that enclosed various houses resembling medieval brickwork.
The sight was breathtaking, but almost instantly, the world seemed to fast forward, as jagged peaks that hadn't existed emerged from nothing, and the once magnificent city was reduced to cinders.
Leaving only fragments behind, and even those who survived were condemned as sustenance for drifters, while some merely perished from starvation.
But at the heart of that once majestic world stood a graceful figure, a lone queen who sat on a desolate throne bearing the weight of her people while dying of hunger—she was Nefertari, the most beautiful one.
I felt tears slip down my cheeks as my body struck the floor of an altar.
The ceiling was still intact, so I was certain I hadn't fallen from the sky directly. It was merely an illusion.