A cluster of buildings made from black lava sprawled across the desolate, barren mountains.
The monotonous colors and the bare mountains all around filled the settlement with an air of deathly stillness.
Even from afar, anyone could tell that these buildings had long been abandoned.
Collapsed, shattered stones lay everywhere. The mottled walls were covered in dry, cracked patterns, and every building that had once been painted was now obscured by drifting volcanic ash.
Gondola circled in the sky for a while. Once they confirmed that no danger could be sensed, Angel and the others jumped down.
The buildings stretched from the mountainside all the way to the summit. Compared with the cities of the Golden Sparrow Empire, this settlement was probably about the size of an ordinary town.
Up close, it was just as they had seen before: ruined, weathered, and deathly silent.
Because the fire element in the air was extremely active, Grewu, the Young Fire Demon, swiftly used the dancing flames to scour more than half the area.
"There are no signs of life, but there are a lot of skeletons." As he spoke, Grewu led Angel to a winding long street that led toward the mountaintop.
Skeletons littered the ash-covered street, all in different poses and having died in different ways. Some had died with their heads smashed against the ground, some had caved-in skulls, and some had scattered bones...
One skeleton near Angel had an entirely shattered spine, as though it had fallen from the sky and broken upon impact.
"They didn't all die in the same era. This one has been dead for at least five hundred years, while that one was probably only around two hundred years old." Bobota casually pointed at two skeletons lying close together before him. Without determining their ages,