Chapitre 1184: Remaining Legacies

Mister White led the group through the ruins, the echoes of ancient lives still palpable in the crumbling stone. He paused at the entrance of a grand temple; its facade eroded but still whispering of past glory.

 "Here lies a memory," he said, his voice tinged with unusual melancholy. "A memory of love and sorrow, intertwined with the very history of the Yalen Kingdom itself."

 As they stepped into the dim interior, Arthur felt a prickle along his spine. The air felt different, charged with a sense of longing and regret. He approached the pedestal at the temple's heart, and as instructed, laid his hand upon it.

 The coolness of the stone was replaced by a gentle warmth, and then a flicker of images overwhelmed his senses. Instead of the decaying ruin, he saw a resplendent palace, its halls abuzz with the preparations for a royal wedding.