They crept into the atrium, concealed beneath the invisibility cloak, their movements silent as shadows.
The ruins still held the grace of elven architecture, an almost ethereal beauty.
> Once, this place must have been paradise.
But time and the corruption of the maze had drained it of life.
The trees had withered, the flowers had rotted to dust, and the air was thick with ancient echoes.
Yet, one thing still remained—
> A towering 30-meter statue of the God of Nature.
In its hands, it held a tilted water jug, from which an endless stream of golden water poured into the massive pool below.
The water shimmered, alive with an ancient, sacred energy.
Bits of golden light danced within it.
Some sublimated into the air, merging into the divine ring above.
The mist curled around the ruins, creating an otherworldly glow.
And there, in the center of it all—
> The wyvern.
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The Sleeping Beast
