Novel & Cerita The City Of Atlantis

He soon realized they had discovered a place similar to Atlantis. "What the hell is going on?" Creed's eyes were still having a hard time believing what was in front of him. "Who built this here? What civilization does it belong to? And what kind of fluid is this?" His mind was filled with questions like, 'Would I drown in the fluid if I cross the barrier? Where is the exit? Who constructed the city? Is this place deep in the sea? What kind of glass barrier can handle the pressure of the fluid?' "Okay! I have to calm down!"

“I swear to you that we died in peace because he felt that Silisk went down with him.” “The serpent is dead?” Skyr asked while looking at me and then at my brother. I nodded and let out a shaky breath. Skyr hugged me in that instant. “So much death has happened in just one day,” I murmured. “I know. But we can grieve later.” Skyr moved back with his brow scrunched together. “As of now, we have a bigger problem. With the whole monster fights, tidal waves, and the rescue mission he had to conduct, people are slowly becoming aware that Atlanteans exist. It’s going to be a pain to make them all forget about us or what they say. Not to mention that we have to block the land dwellers from the inte

“Two of the Ajenian sea cities— Ajens and Ponterrado— were sent into the sky, but Ponterrado fell back down. The one that is still floating is called Del Cealus. It is only visible for seven days a year. “The remaining sea cities were abandoned one by one, as King Rexius was no longer there to rule them, and the entire Ajenian Empire collapsed. The buildings on the abandoned sea cities were gradually weathered away, turning into sand, and a new continent formed after the ocean dried up. That continent is now called Piletus.” “And would you mind telling me how you happen to know all of this?” “King Rexius himself told me in a vision I just had. Now, it’s only a matter of time before Del Cealu

They were all hesitant at first but spoon followed when they realized that they couldn’t sleep since it was too early. “There was once an old legend back in my world. We have this area called the bermuda triangle, that if you attempt to cross it by air or water, then you will vanish and find yourself in a mysterious place deep underwater. A place of science and fiction.” I started to tell them about the rumours I heard back when I was in my world. “People whose relatives vanished never heard from them ever again. They all believe that people from a place called Atlantis are taking them.” “What is...Atlantis?” Ren asks, seemingly interested.

Sense in a there-really-are-such-things-as-mermaids way. Logan swam out to where green water met blue, won-dering how he was going to do this. Ginger had told him where Atlantis was but not how to get in. Bermuda was a cave-diving tourist destination; there had to be some trick to getting inside the submerged city, or Humans would have found it years ago. Suddenly, the largest school of jacks he’d ever seen surrounded him, clumsier than he remembered ever seeing jacks. They bumped his shoulders, his head, his tank, his mask…

The sound did not travel down from that high up, and most of the city was camouflaged by the surrounding forest. Elden’s feet hit the ground a few minutes later, a small bundle of earth-colored clothes in his hands. Upon further inspection, it was a slim yet strong emerald colored rope that had pulled Elden to the sky-high city. “That’s incredible.” I murmured to myself and Atlas. “If you think that was incredible, you should see the Earth Court Capital.” Micah chuckled, flashing me a small yet friendly smile. “This isn’t the capital?” I asked, “Then what is this?”

(Shambhala local time) Rowan finishes rolling up the meteorite map, then pauses. Rowan (quiet): “There’s an eighth city. They don’t put it on the official maps anymore. Even Shambhala pretends it sank and stayed sunk.” He taps the empty space in the center of the table. A new sigil ignites—deep indigo, shaped like a trident wrapped in a spiral. Rowan: “Atlantis. Still alive. Still pissed. And the only ones who ever managed to break a crown-bearer in half and live to brag about it.”

Familiar names like Phoenix, Sacramento, Moon River City, Crescent City, Boston and others appear on the headers, each page showing a detailed aerial view of the outlined cities and areas. “This is the Grand Atlas of Realities,” Araminta explains, flipping through the pages. It isn’t a thick book, but as she flips the pages new ones glow into existence as old ones vanish, making the enchanted tome seem never ending. “This book contains details of every major city, town, and territory in the world. These pages,” she flips one of the thin sheets of vellum over the top of the page named Crescent City, “show the human settlements.” As she presses the page flat, the two worlds overlap. The human

he asked again and Zedek could pick that Atlantis was the city he wanted to attack. “Hundred thousand” he answered signifying that Atlantis was a big city ready to defend themselves at any given time. “When we gather more men from our neighboring borders, how many would we be including the witches coven?” He asked again. “A million” Zedek answered and he smiled. He picked up his feather dipped in ink and wrote on a scroll then gave it to him. “Send words to them that we have a war against Atlantis and then make sure to send this letter to the Queen of Atlantis but don’t leave until you have spread news about the war to the people.

I stayed breathing and even Nova on the weapon platform let her harpoon sink. Atlantis was before us. It was not an ancient city of white marble columns. It was a monument of Survival will of the Old World. A gigantic, semi-spherical dome a cloudy, extremely thick macro glass, enclosed in a skeleton of indestructible Consortium titan. The dome was half in the black mud of the trench wall embedded, gigantic enough to host an entire metropolis. But the most fascinating thing was not the construction itself. It was what was in Inside the dome.