The central area of the ruins seemed empty apart from the battered remnants of walls.
But a closer look revealed a stone monument embedded in the middle of the clearing, its relatively flat surface about the size of a stone bench someone might rest on.
The monument was made from a material entirely different from the rubble scattered around it, and ancient writing and symbolic designs were carved into its surface.
Several of the names and emblems glowed faintly.
The names of the Seven Great Powers were inscribed on it in the Fighting God Language. This was a monument to the Seven Great Powers.
These monuments could be found all over the world. So there was one here, too?
The last name had already changed from the North God's to Cui Ciyou's.
Cui Ciyou looked at Nanahoshi, a few guesses forming in his mind.
"What do we do next? Could the Armored Dragon King Perugius be the mysterious 'Technique God' of legend?"
"Do these monuments serve as anchor points for extremely long-range Teleportation Magic Circles, besides recording information about the Seven Great Powers?"
Nanahoshi Shizuka shook her head, rejecting his seemingly reasonable guess.
"No. The Armored Dragon King isn't the Technique God."
"He has never ranked among the Seven Great Powers, either... And we won't be using the monument to teleport."
With that, Nanahoshi Shizuka set down the rather heavy-looking backpack she carried and carefully took an object out of it.
It was a flute about a foot long, made entirely from some silvery-white metal.
However, its shape was rather peculiar, with no holes for adjusting its pitch.
Strictly speaking, it looked more like... an oversized whistle.
A whistle that looked incapable of producing any complex melody.
Nanahoshi raised the whistle to her lips, took a deep breath, and blew