"City Guard?"
Karl spoke:
"Why don't you tell us about it?"
His voice held a hint of curiosity, but the others showed no interest at all. Clearly, they already knew exactly what had happened.
"There's nothing worth telling." Jacqueline shrugged, her voice desolate:
"When the Yin energy erupted in Pit Number Two, the source turned out to be a Forgotten City underground. The City Guard obviously didn't want the news to get out, so they captured all the nearby survivors. The Whisperers of the Wind... were no exception."
"The Forgotten City?" Karl frowned:
"What is that?"
"The Forgotten City..." An elderly man with graying hair picked up the conversation from within the crowd, speaking slowly:
"It was said that before the Crimson Moon was shattered and the Goddess of the Moon fell, there were many holy cities across this world."
"Only those with devout faith and exceptional talent were qualified to enter them and receive the gods' blessings."
His voice was somewhat strange, carrying a natural, chant-like cadence that made it easy to become immersed in his tale and revel in the legendary stories of a distant age.
"Until the Celestial Convergence..."
"At that time, the Deities fell, and the holy cities sank beneath the earth. Thus, they became what we now call the Forgotten City."
"His name is Monde. He's a scholar who spent some time as a bard when he was young, and he's always spouting strange, mystical nonsense." Jacqueline spoke:
"To be honest, I don't know anything about the Forgotten City either, but Hal of the City Guard seems to think highly of it."
"So..." Karl pointed ahead:
"We're risking our lives to scout the way just so the City Guard can enter the Forgotten City?"
"That's right."
A blond man nodded, placing one hand against his