"The last time I saw this thing, I was still a Rank 3 Practitioner…" Arvyn muttered beneath her robe, her voice weak in a way that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with scale and curiosity. "Now I'm a Rank 4, but I still feel so small looking at it. Who built that, and for what reason?"
No one answered. They stayed silent, because whatever the truth was, it didn't change anything. Even for people who had lived hundreds of years, it was lost knowledge, surviving only as half-remembered theories passed down over time, never proven.
Some said it was built by an ancient race that once lived in the Outer Region, a monument to their culture. Some said it was the corpse of a Rank 7 Spark, or something even higher, that had died long ago and left only its lifeless shell behind. Others said it was built to stop a monster from escaping, a seal disguised as stone.
