Everything had become far more complicated.
Yet... another thought steadily pushed its way to the front of his mind...
Castle Extingo.
A ruin unlike ordinary ruins... appearing only once every hundred years and accessible exclusively to first-year awakeners.
A treasure that entire factions had slaughtered each other over for centuries.
He quietly muttered, "...What exactly are you?"
Without wasting another moment, he returned to his office.
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The lights inside remained on until sunrise.
Computer screens illuminated the room showing digital archives, old expedition records, forum discussions and ancient newspaper articles.
West searched everything he could find but unfortunately... very little information actually existed.
Almost everything regarding Castle Extingo had either been classified or deliberately erased.
What little he managed to gather only deepened the mystery.
Every account described the castle differently.
