This band of travellers traversed the desert, passing each decrepit city-state.
The once prosperous Ancient Kingdom had long since perished, reduced to ruins and broken walls. A gentle breeze stirred, and thin clouds cast serene shadows, the long-silenced ruins overgrown with weeds, destined to remain silent for the days to come.
They had never seen such vast ruins; over these three thousand years, whether it was prosperity or bloodshed… everything had declined, vanished, like lofty waves disappearing into the water, leaving no trace, and no one could imagine what the Kingdom had looked like three thousand years ago.
This endless expanse of ruins held no spectacular sights, only the distant lament left by time.
Day by day…
Noen and his companions spent seven days and nights in this ancient Kingdom, sleeping in various ruins. Noen's feelings shifted from initial excitement to a serene calmness as days and nights alternated.
Every night, they prayed on their ancestors' land.
