"The summit?"
At those words, the Snail Shaman paused to recall the past. "Back when the old king was persecuting my family, my uncle did lead some of our people toward the summit to escape."
"But I only know a little about it. If my lord wants more detailed information, I think he might know much more."
The Snail Shaman answered unhurriedly, while Lin Jin wore a look that said he had expected as much.
The Snail Shamans' footprints always spanned the entire civilization. If anyone needed to ask about ancient secrets or forgotten history, they were the ones to seek out.
"Just what I had in mind. Let's go."
Lin Jin placed both hands on the shaman's shoulders, and in an instant, they crossed an immense distance.
Only the two little snails remained, frozen in place and at a loss.
Royal City
As the greatest prize of this expedition, the city was personally guarded by Gron once the campaign ended.
The walls were repaired, and houses were demolished and rebuilt. In the future, this place would become the central capital of the Flame Capital Lin Jin envisioned.
But the sheer amount of work required to achieve that goal was staggering. For the craftsmen, these days were equal parts pain and pleasure.
As they made repairs, they kept expanding their thinking and refining their craft.
Statues, paintings, tapestries, and all manner of decorations were installed anew. Naturally, these works would glorify only the flame.
As for the Imperial Palace at the very center, the craftsmen had never heard of a building so extravagantly huge in their lives, so repairs had made little progress.
The entire palace had an exceptionally strange structure, and its internal passages were a tangled maze.
From the outside alone, it looked like countless towers winding