Another building had rows of what looked like power capacitors studding its walls.
The discovery made him pause. The Ignis he fought were feral monsters made of rock and fire, but they had once been people.
The blade-arms and armor plates fused to their bodies weren't natural growths; they were manufactured.
They had been a technological species before the apocalypse twisted them. Looking at the scale of the ruins and the complexity of the broken machinery, their level of technology might not have been that far from humanity's before the System arrived.
They had built telescopes and satellites, established laboratories to push the boundaries of their understanding, and had likely been on the verge of interplanetary exploration before everything went wrong. Without the System to regulate the mana, their entire civilization had collapsed into the feral nightmare he was walking through now.
