Chapter 217: Echoes of the Past
Samuel's POV
I walked through the ruined remains of the Forsaken Lands, the wind howling through shattered stone pillars and broken archways. The air was thick with the scent of dust and forgotten history. The system had given me a simple task—find three ancient records hidden somewhere in these ruins.
Simple? Maybe. But in a land where the dead refused to stay buried, nothing was ever truly easy.
I adjusted my Gauntlets of Abyss, feeling the weight of power radiating from them. If anything tried to stand in my way, I was more than ready.
"Alright, System," I muttered, "where's my first target?"
A faint golden marker appeared in my vision, leading deeper into the ruins. I smirked. "Let's get this over with."
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First Record – The King's Fall
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The first marker led me to a half-collapsed temple, its once-grand entrance now choked with rubble. Statues of armored figures lined the broken pathway, their faces eroded by time. As I stepped inside, the temperature dropped, and I felt an odd presence in the air.
"Figures," I muttered. "Nothing is ever abandoned without a reason."