——The Last Echo opened the Gate.
Countless Exobeasts surrounded It as It stepped onto streets that only existed in memory, yet hadn't been seen for a millennium.
The researcher buildings along the road remained unchanged, and the Twelve High Towers towering into the clouds were as before. The majestic dragon bones stretched skyward, their hollow eye sockets gazing upon this land, seemingly meeting Its eyes from afar.
In the eyes of the True Dragon, it once reflected the last batch of the most elite and intelligent people of an entire civilization.
In the final moments of life, accompanying the True Dragon was not a struggle filled with despair, but a goal brimming with hope and vigor, a sincere experiment the True Dragon willingly cooperated with.
But now, these streets, these researchers, have vanished in the wind.
They have become memories, even less than Echoes.
