I decided to check the open door first.
With my destination set, I walked straight toward it, the faint glow seeping through the crack pulling me in like a beacon.
The moment I stepped inside, I froze.
"…A control room?"
That was the only way to describe it.
The walls were completely covered in magic circuits—intricate patterns twisting around one another like an enormous spider web. Lines of mana etched into stone, glowing faintly, interlinked in ways so complex it felt like I was staring at the veins of some ancient, slumbering creature.
Despite a hundred years having passed, everything was almost perfectly intact.
That was the beauty of magic circuits—durable, stable, resilient.
Time eroded buildings, rusted metal, and crumbled stone… but magic circuits?
They barely changed at all.
Unlike the ancient mechanism by the entrance, this place still had the potential to function.
I remembered something Viola had explained to me recently—
