Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 120

"How does one even live there?" I hear Ethan asking as we walk alongside strange buildings and structures, no apparent road seems to have survived the time and the Fog’s effect, if there was even one there to begin with.

Even worst to walk on such ’path’ is that our eyes keep going back to the structures beside us, to the crumbled once square buildings put up by one of their tips, defying the laws of physics by staying mostly up in the air.

And yet, as a strange looking hive, the structure had many holes to access its insides, but none easy enough to get in from the ground, especially when its walls were mostly up in the air.

And yet I can see the remains of this peculiar civilization, the carving layouts of what could possibly have been a plant growing alongside the walls and the strange objects crumbling inside these structures, their purpose corroded with time and the Fog.

Looking over the structure at the homes pointing upwards I consider what type of creature would live inside such things, quickly discarding my first idea of being winged creatures like myself for the holes are simply too small for a pair of wings to maneuver and it would be extremely dangerous to try and enter from above since there are no places to hold still and slow the tempo down against such once smooth walls.

"Wait, hold on, this is ..." I hear the fox say in a low voice but since he could not move much over my shoulders without the risk of losing contact with us which would be deadly he simply stares up front, but he is not the one who keeps talking then.

"There was a big lagoon full of life and aquatic demons here..." The horn collar around his neck answers, shining red slightly with each word coming from the warrior demon lady, oddly speaking through the object. "It took me some time to get my bearings right, but yes, all of this should be underwater."

With the new information acquired I looked the place over once more with new eyes, now with the image of all being in the water, and things start to make more sense because of it, of how there is no path to walk because no one would be using it our around the houses, of how there were no regular doors since its inhabitants would be able to float around it freely and access it just as easily.

"But where did all that water go to?" Ethan voices out the doubt we had in all our hearts, looking at me with a frown even though I’m pretty sure we all knew the only explanation for its disappearance had to be, the same destiny the soil and branches that were being pulled by the strange forces working in this ghost city, the same one that could bring someone to their deaths by sucking the life out of them as the alluring deadly pool of the sea.

But to have so much strength as to attract a pool of water of this size... juch goes to show the massive power behind this strange phenomenon.

With a heavy heart we press on.

As we go further in the number of houses grows as much as the clear destructive path, the pull growing stronger enough to make me clip tight my wings at my back, afraid of being pulled towards it like a whirlwind even with the fox’s protection.

And yet that was only the beginning of a series of abnormal and odd architecture that would unfold before our eyes.

It reminds me of all that I’ve heard so far about the city, about the Demon Lord’s power of raising this city in one night, and how much it reflected upon their own demise, but such long gone stories reflect in what is right in front of my eyes, of what was once, a place for many souls to live in harmony, however not only that catches my eye but how such structures could not have come from this world, so... strangely shaped and formed with never seeing materials, still it surprises me when Ethan confirms that shortly after.

"I never thought that I would be able to see such marvels ... I’ve heard stories about it, of how this city was built in a week by bringing in structures and buildings of other realms, using the long lost Warping Magic." One can only imagine the eclectic mess a city build by blocks taken out of completely different civilizations, species, cultures, worlds, ended up as.

Because stretching before our eyes are the tallest towers I have ever seen, some even disappearing up in the thickest part of the fog, its structure odd as it comes, resembling a white dead tree with the lower part open, probably to be flooded with water inside as something similar to blue glass stretches up from three directions, only giving space to the looking branches with the square looking structures from before sprouting like treetops on its tip, but these ones had been adapted to the avian demons for not only the lower holes up above where closed, but small verandas were made so there would be a place to land before going in.

It would make sense, these towers were simply too tall to stay completely underwater like the houses beforehand, and even though these seemed to be a continuation, or rather, to be taken from the same world and place, it would be hard to use them underwater only.

I shudder at the thought of such a world, such a city, build completely underwater, stretching where the eyes could see, and the sky so far up that one could not see it.

The soil beneath our feet is even more uneven than before, not only with its ups and downs but with rock formations of what it seems to be a once bed of corals plants, twisting and turning and lacking the life they once brought to this place.

That is, the healthy natural type of life as they soon prove to us wrong when they wiggle their cracked bodies in a jarring way.