Qin Chuan did not hesitate. He melted into the shadows again and slipped toward the area where the energy fluctuations followed a strange pattern.
The spatial power of the Moment of Utmost Darkness let him move with ease, weaving between raging energy currents and deadly space rifts.
The closer he came, the clearer he felt that sense of order forcing the energy into place.
Here, the chaotic currents seemed confined by invisible embankments. They still surged, but followed fixed paths instead of thrashing at random.
It was like finding a straight, man-made canal in the middle of a primeval jungle.
The scene ahead gradually came into focus.
Instead of nothing but distorted light and shadow, he could make out the vast, broken outlines of structures standing against the abyss wall or floating in the energy currents.
Their geometry had an elegance no human craft could claim. Made of something neither quite stone nor metal, they were coated in thick energy crystals and scarred by time.
Massive pillars lay broken, grand arches had crumbled, and shattered platforms drifted among them, forming a silent, magnificent ruin beneath the sea.
This was the ancient complex mentioned in the intelligence.
Qin Chuan focused every shred of his attention, pushing his senses to their limit.
He studied not only the layout of the ruins, but also the properties of the energy and the traces of laws left behind.
The energy here had been channeled, but it remained, at its core, the chaotic power of the abyss floor. It merely carried an added trace of an impossibly ancient, obscure Will Imprint.
The ruins don't look like anything from the Apocalypse. Could they be native to Blue Star? If so, when were they built?
Qin Chuan pondered the question.
The architecture lay entirely beyond anything he knew.