A frown creased Arthur's brow as his thumb tapped against the page's corner.
Steel towers? According to Panterra's records, there were only stone fortresses and wooden houses, not towering structures made of steel that rivaled mountains.
He turned to the next page.
"They built machines that drank from oceans, swallowing salt and water alike to feed empires with rivers of abundance."
His lips pressed together tightly. Machines that could purify oceans? Panterra had only developed crude desalination methods, and even those were so costly and crude that during that time only rich nobles, kings, and queens could afford to eat salt!
These accounts spoke of entire empires thriving on such technology thousands of years ago.
Arthur paused; disbelief flickered across his expression. He was really shocked.
Leaning closer now, he flipped through pages more rapidly, each paragraph gnawing at everything he thought he knew about this world's history.
