Kael descended one of the suspended walkways, observing the buildings that seemed to shift in color as he approached.
No human presence.
No sound.
The city was alive — but silent, like a freshly sealed tomb.
The streets were clean.
The structures had no visible entrances.
And the sky, with its three moons, pulsed with a nearly magnetic energy.
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He activated LIGA's scanner.
No lifeforms detected.
But there were signs of recent movement.
On a wall of smooth blue stone, Kael found inscriptions —
not in any known language, but with symbols resembling those of the Pedra.
Then, the city responded.
A light ignited on the ground, forming a path.
Kael followed it, arriving at a circular plaza with a pedestal at its center.
There, a projection appeared.
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A woman. Silver-eyed.
Dressed in ancient robes. Calm expression.
— You have arrived too early — she said.
— Or too late.
— This city was built to await only one:
the one who walks between times.
Kael said nothing.
But his heartbeat quickened.
The mission had only just begun.
And perhaps, the city knew more about him than LIGA ever did.