(Time-Stilled World, Conclave of the Ancients, Leo's POV)
After finishing the first book, Leo flipped deeper into the second history book, the fragile paper crackling beneath his fingers as he carefully turned another page.
His eyes scanned each line with mounting tension as he delved further into the lives of the ancients— into what they had endured, and what they had lost.
And what he found… was a tragedy.
A haunting account of how their paradise had crumbled.
While the earlier chapters spoke of a golden age—an era of abundance and order beneath the watchful eye of their god—the final sections shifted in tone, growing darker, more personal, as the narrator described how the madness had begun.
He spoke of living in a sprawling metropolis suspended by floating bridges, of a mighty empire that controlled the vast rainforest beyond its walls, where beasts bowed at the command of voice alone, and harmony reigned under the balance of mana and divine will.
