As they walked toward the sixth floor's boss area, the cityscape changed.
Before them stood a massive structure, unlike the factories and wandering machines they had passed.
The building rose like a silent monument, its design cold and minimal.
A vast cube of polished black steel, smooth and seamless, with only faint glowing lines running across its surface.
There were no banners or even statues on it.... just a flat, imposing wall that seemed to reject unnecessary decoration.
Adam's gaze lingered on it, his thoughts turning heavy.
'Despite all their brilliance, they shackled themselves. This civilization poured everything into intelligence and knowledge, but abandoned the hunger to explore. They built walls instead of bridges. They turned their planet into a prison of perfection… and called it advancement.'
He narrowed his eyes.
'Knowledge without growth only leads to decay. That's why they're gone now.'
