North Gerudo Ruins Novels & Stories

And that's also the 'Somewhere' I mentioned before. Riche - I see, and you object to the ruins being destroyed in order to conceal that? Tio - Think of it what you will. You'll understand everything when we get there. And you need to buy special shoes to cross the desert because that's where the ruins are located. Ramius - Then let's go get those shoes and head towards the ruins. Gurigura - Um... Can I come too? Issei - Of course. We're glad to have you, Gurigura.

He retracted the blade back home and the Dusk Rider fell with a muffled thud. Beside, Razion was gripped the head of his kneeling target with his left hand, its neck slit open. His armblade slid back home. "What the hell are these?" Vieron asked as he moved in the middle of the encampment. There were trash everywhere, from oil packets to sandpapers. Keron could also see rectangular food containers that contained brownish liquid. If the Dusk Riders ate this, he doesn't wanna know what it tasted like. Aside from the trash, he saw tiny boulders carved with grotesque imagery and symbols. Keron, out of curiosity, picked up one and studied at it. The stone displayed a pair of spiral and an elongat

“Alpha… the elders are requesting you both immediately.” George frowned. “Why?” The warrior looked uneasy. “They found something beneath the old temple ruins.” Julia’s stomach tightened instantly. The old ruins. The forbidden part of the territory no wolves entered anymore. Even George looked unsettled. “Who found it?” he asked. “Scouts during patrol.” A pause. “And they said the markings… match the ones at the border.” The rain somehow felt colder after that. The ancient ruins sat deep beneath the northern cliffs, hidden behind layers of moss and stone older than any living wolf in the pack. Few wolves visited anymore.

Teri pressed the icon, pinning the first ruin as Jim tipped the plane slightly, making a wide circle for a second pass by the other one. “This area would really benefit from the safeguards proposed by the initial monument boundaries,” Jim sighed. “The Ancestral Puebloans of this region belonged to the Mesa Verde and Northern San Juan branch of the larger Puebloan system. They interacted with the other neighboring branches, like the Virgin, Kayenta, and Chaco, and the Fremont. In particular, Chaco influence continued well into this region. Turning up Kayenta ceramics at these sites isn’t unusual.” He leveled the plane in line with the second ruin.

The journey Adrian was taking was possibly the most defining path the world had ever taken. Gostia's ruins were hidden somewhere within the Uduma Desert, and it would decide the fate of the world. The closer he got to the location, the more relief he felt. *** The trio arrived at the inn twenty minutes later. However, the place had been destroyed. It was now nothing more than a shell of its former self. Despite how prosperous it was just two months ago, that luster was now long gone.