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"Judging by the customs of Eurasia... the Eastern Continent before the Great Cataclysm, there should have been plenty of coastal cities, right?"
The True Creator did not answer.
Sunlight spilled over the Forsaken Land of the Gods, slowly purifying the millennia of corruption and darkness upon this land. Edward stopped and started as he walked, occasionally engaging in some impromptu archaeology, admiring the scenery of this barren wilderness as though he really were traveling.
"Someone died here, and here too. Signs of fighting, skeletal remains... this was a small party, an exploration team sent out by the last surviving forces of a city-state on the brink of destruction, hoping to find some food."
Edward gestured with his hand. "Then they encountered a terrifying monster in the darkness and were wiped out here."
"This happened... nine hundred and eighty-seven years ago."
The True Creator glanced in the direction he indicated. His authority did not extend to history, and he saw nothing but a patch of dark wasteland and a few solid fragments of indeterminate material. He closed his eyes briefly and did not ask what had happened to those still waiting in the city-state for their loved ones to return with food after the team was wiped out, because their ending had long since been decided.
The city-state had already been on the verge of collapse. Even if the team had not died that time, they would have encountered danger the next time, or the time after that. Even if they had returned safely with their prey every time, they could not have withstood the endless darkness and despair. Madness and death were the only answers the Forsaken Land of the Gods offered.
He understood why the Monarch of Decay liked this place.
These little interludes dotted their journey, the