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墨書 Inktalez
He found himself standing on a desolate plain, surrounded by an indescribable silence. The sky was gray, pressing down as if it were suffocating him. In the distance, mountains loomed like silent giants, devoid of any life, and the air was thick with the scent of death. Evan suddenly realized that this place was not part of the real world. Here, perhaps it was the past, perhaps the future, or perhaps it belonged to no time at all.
He couldn't help but gasp, his heart racing. "Where is this?" His voice echoed across the empty plain, met with no response.
"This is 'the past.'" A voice suddenly came from afar—Elf's voice, carrying a calmness that seemed out of place. Evan turned to see Elf standing not far away, her figure shrouded in gray mist. Her expression was devoid of panic; instead, it bore a depth of understanding.
"The past?" Evan furrowed his brow. "Are you saying we've traveled back to a time long ago?"
Elf nodded and approached him. "Yes. This is a node in the flow of time, a part of history. We are currently standing in the past of the Giant Race, at the end of that era."
"Giant Race?" Evan felt confused as he looked around; this barren plain seemed to hold no signs of the Giant Race. "Are you saying that the Giant Race once lived here?"
"Yes." Elf's gaze turned distant, as if she were recalling something. "This was the last habitat of the Giant Race. Their civilization once flourished but gradually lost control over their world as time passed, until ultimately their kingdom collapsed and vanished into the dust of history."
Evan silently nodded, a wave of indescribable sorrow washing over him. He knew that the Giant Race had been a powerful civilization, but how had their end come about? Why did such a mighty civilization face extinction? These questions could only be answered by delving deeper into the core of this time and space.
Unexpected Guests
Suddenly, a rumbling sound broke through the stillness, shattering the atmosphere of silence. Evan and Elf quickly turned their heads toward the source of the noise.
A group of enormous creatures appeared in the distance, slowly making their way toward them. These beings were tall and heavyset, clad in thick armor that seemed to belong to the guardians of the Giant Race. Their footsteps were heavy; each step resonated like a tremor through the earth. Evan's heart tightened; their appearance felt far from coincidental.
"We need to hide," Elf said in a low and urgent tone. "These guardians are not friendly; they will protect this time from outsiders. If we are discovered, escaping will be nearly impossible."
"You are right," Aiven nodded, quickly finding a hidden spot to take cover with Elf. The two crouched behind a crumbling stone wall, peering through the gaps to observe the massive guardians.
Their movements were slow and rhythmic, clearly driven by some unseen force, guarding a secret. Each giant guardian was clad in heavy armor, wielding weapons that appeared enormous enough to crush any intruder with a single blow. They remained silent, yet their actions radiated an intimidating presence, as if they were the rulers of this world.
Aiven whispered, "Why are we hiding from them? They won't attack us, will they?"
Elf's expression grew more serious. "They are the Time Guardians, responsible for maintaining the integrity of time's flow. As long as we don't alter history, they won't interfere with us. But if they discover that we've disrupted something or crossed into a Forbidden Zone, they will act without hesitation."
Aiven nodded, feeling a surge of anxiety. He realized that they were not merely conversing with the remnants of the Giant Race; they were engaged in a struggle against time itself. This struggle carried immense risks.
As time passed, the giant guardians gradually moved away from their area. Elf and Aiven seized the opportunity to quietly emerge from their hiding place and continue forward. Despite their efforts to remain silent, each step felt like walking on a tightrope, fearful of shattering this fragile balance.
Eventually, they arrived at an ancient ruin that seemed to have once been the palace of the Giant Race. Towering columns and crumbling walls swayed in the wind, and the air was thick with decay and forgetfulness.
Elf halted, taking a deep breath. "We have arrived." Her gaze became resolute. "This is the heart of the Giant Race; only by entering here can we approach the source of time and uncover the true answers."
Aiven's eyes were fixed ahead. The tower, the hourglass, the history of the Giant Race—all seemed to guide them toward an ultimate truth. This truth might be their greatest challenge yet or perhaps the key to unraveling this mystery.
"Let's go." Aiven said no more; he understood that their mission was far from over—the real test was just beginning.
Together, they stepped into the ruins, gradually disappearing into those images forgotten by time.
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