Flags and paintings emerged from the stone wall, and tables, chairs, and candlesticks rose from the ground, forming around the position of the three.
Lorenzo opened his eyes, and the blazing white candle flames gradually lit up, illuminating the dim palace.
"It's been a long time."
Lorenzo whispered, without any pause, he immediately stepped onto the long stairs, breaking into the Memory Palace.
Running through the endless corridors, just as Lorenzo had tried to save himself, searching for memories related to all this, looking for that forgotten unfortunate soul.
A clear cold wind rushed in from the other end of the corridor, Lorenzo could hear the sound of the waves.
"Who are you?"
"Where are you?"
Lorenzo muttered to himself, he pushed open door after door, but still couldn't find that guy.
The sound of collapse echoed.
Lorenzo turned around and saw the memory palace gradually crumbling, bricks and stones shattered into dust, revealing the pitch-black Abyss.
