The platform passed through a great ring of ancient runes. Beyond it, the landscape changed again. They saw a vast mural stretched across the side of a floating mountain, showing countless Primordials standing together beneath a sky full of stars.
They looked magnificent, but there were no children among them. No families. No lines of descent. Just adults standing under the ancient heavens with solemn expressions.
Arvantos stopped before that mural. "This was the flaw of the Primordial Race."
The ten geniuses waited. Then Arvantos said it plainly.
"We could not reproduce."
The words changed almost everyone's expression.
Orion Starfall blinked. "The Primordial Race couldn't reproduce?"
Damian Voss's gaze sharpened slightly.
Kaiden Voidmere looked at the mural again, as if trying to figure out whether the missing children had been intentional.
Morgana Starveil's purple eyes glimmered with curiosity. "A race that can't reproduce shouldn't have survived through the ages."
