"But that thing slaughtered one of them."
The echo of my voice spread through the curved walls, filling the vast hall.
The words ended, and I immediately turned my head toward the next mural.
There, we returned once again to the hall containing the great throne, but this time someone was seated upon it, while three figures of different sizes stood around him...
All of them lacked facial features.
I didn't understand why their faces hadn't been drawn...
And it irritated me because I wanted to see them.
I truly wanted to.
Before the throne stood the same mist, while the words beneath the mural continued.
"For the first time in humanity's history, which had lasted for countless years, one of the First Ones stepped into Arcadia and spoke with our ruler."
"The first to react to the disaster, and the oldest among them..."
"The Witness of Everything."
"The embodiment of the past, present, and future."
"The First Anchor of Time."
