YM778.TV Chapter 304 Throne Room
On this upper platform, a pathway led to a secluded part behind the island. The narrow, risky-looking trail was carved directly into the dark stone of the island. Even the hired carriage only traveled about one-eighth of the way before leaving them to continue on foot, as they had declined the driver\'s offer for a return ride. There was another path leading up the historical sight from the shore this side of the island—a set of stone steps carved into the rocky cliffside, which ended at a small wooden deck where a few boats lingered. Nearby, old huts suggested people living here. Why would anyone decide to live in this kind of place with winds so fast and cold was beyond Damian, but he assumed they must have some reasons for it, they all had a story and who was he to judge them without knowing theirs..
They walked the precarious stony path, eventually reaching their destination: a small stone-carved opening that led into a vast green field. Surrounded by towering stones that seemed intentionally placed, the field was secluded, its rocky walls creating a natural barrier. The terrain behind the island looked even more treacherous.
In the middle of the dark-soiled field lay the ancient ruins of what seemed to be a throne room. Seven massive pillars, some broken, encircled the site, along with seven enormous statues seated on throne-like chairs. Only two statues had intact faces; the others were so damaged they were nearly unrecognizable.
Damian recognized one of the intact statues. It was the same woman he had seen depicted in the Seraphim Luminara—a statue holding a harp, with someone\'s head beneath her feet. However, this version wore a sorrowful expression. The other intact statue depicted a bearded man whose solemn, angry visage hinted at a hard and uncomfortable decision they seemed to have made.
The sight was breathtaking, and the awe on the faces of the four people accompanying Damian was evident. But Damian remained silent, his eyes fixed on the structure. Yet, he wasn\'t seeing the marble ruins. His gaze was locked on a glowing purple runic circle in the center of the statues—a massive, multi-layered spell circle.
The runic circle consisted of five layers, stretching from knee height to well above the towering statues. And they weren\'t still as all the runic circles Damian had till today. The runes, the numbers.. The alphabets changed every few seconds and the dark purple web of runic circles were ever changing to accommodate those new values and sections created and removed.
It was as if.. The runic circle or the spell.. Was alive…
The intensity of the spell strained Damian\'s eyes and mind. After five minutes, he had to close his eyes, overwhelmed. The scene reminded him of the spell used by the Queen of Eldoris with the strange runic relic on Kazak\'s transformed body. Even back then, his skill had faltered. Today, though his skill had improved, and yet he couldn\'t endure more than five minutes.
Deactivating his always active skill, Damian sat on the more modern side walls encircling the ruins. The others, still mesmerized by the sight, soon noticed his discomfort. Toph, perched on his head, hopped down and gently touched his hand with his small foot, as if asking if he was all right. Damian opened his moist eyes, smiled at Toph, and picked him up, holding the little creature in his lap while wiping his face.
The others glanced at him with concern but refrained from pressing him. After Damian composed himself, Evrin finally asked, "Are you okay, Maximus? What happened?"
"Nothing... Just overused my sensing skill," Damian lied, and they seemed to believe him.
"Relax, will you? No one\'s here," Einar said, handing him a clean cloth from her spatial storage. Damian realized he had his own but hadn\'t thought to use it. Accepting her offer, he dried his eyes with the cloth, grateful for her gesture.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Damian got up soon and got closer to the ruins with them, well as close as they could at least. The barrier walls, most likely built by the Highswords, stopped them from taking even a foot on the main structure.
But since there was no one around, and Damian really wanted to see it from up close, plus there seemed to be some interesting carvings on the stones but they couldn\'t see it clearly from so far away. Damian decided to go in. Making sure there was no other mana source or runic circles around, he drew a runic circle for the wormhole spell quickly while chanting random words and activated it, targeting it to go past the barrier and in the middle of the throne room.
Ṭhe spell activated and a purple wormhole opened up, Damian didn\'t look back and just walked in with Toph.
"Maximus..!?"
"What the he.."
"That\'s a waygate spell.."
He heard the others murmuring behind it but paid it no mind. Soon following behind him, they all stepped into the floating dark purple wormhole and crossed the barrier. Enjoy more content from empire
The carvings were not runic in nature as Damian had thought. The language was weird, nothing that he recognized. It did seem to resemble the writing he had seen below that statue in Faerunian capital. The white stone looked old and weathered, it had definitely been here for a long time. Damian made sure not to touch anything fearing that it might break.