Evan slowly raised his gaze from the inscriptions of the spell circle to the arrangement of stone pillars spaced evenly around its perimeter, each pillar standing roughly four feet in height with flat tops, every one bearing a distinct symbol carved into its surface.
A significant number of those pillars had already crumbled and collapsed, leaving behind only broken fragments of stone marking where they once stood.
Directly in front of Evan were two particularly large ruined pillars that had once been noticeably thicker than the others, both roughly fifty centimetres in width compared to the thirty centimetres of the surrounding ones, now reduced to fractured remnants resting silently at the edge of the circle.
"Faulin and Conroe," Evan muttered silently.
The crane spirit's eyes went wide at the names he called, and the brown bear, moving around the circle to the section where those two large pillars stood, then asked.
