~VWUUUUSH!~
The shimmering portal of violet energy collapsed behind them as Neron, Serah, and Legris landed on the craggy surface of a desolate mountaintop.
The air was cold and thin, the wind carrying a faint metallic tang of decay and disuse.
Before them stood the remnants of what was once the legendary hideout of the Great Sage Lewis Griffith—a forgotten relic of a bygone era.
The stone structure was in shambles.
Walls that had once been indomitable now lay in jagged heaps, and the mighty tower at its center leaned precariously, a skeleton of its former grandeur. Charred marks streaked across the rubble, and the faint glow of residual energy pulsed weakly, a remnant of whatever violent means was used to bring the place to ruin.
Legris let out a bitter sigh, breaking the uneasy silence.
"So this is it," he said, his voice laced with frustration.
He kicked a loose rock, sending it skittering down the slope.