No matter what it is—life or metal, civilization or glory—they are all dead now, frozen here without distinction, obliterated by the passage of time.
They journeyed for who knows how long, emotions fluctuating wildly from ecstatic joy to terror, then back to ecstatic joy again... It was complex indeed, but as time went on, everyone eventually calmed down and maintained composure.
Then, just before night fell, they finally saw that massive man-made structure, so close it was within reach.
It was far larger than what Lorenzo had seen, practically a monumental forest of architecture, unimaginable how people back then created such buildings.
"What if we fail, Holmes?" the Plague Doctor suddenly asked.
Throughout the journey, Watson remained silent, communicating only with Lorenzo, completely ignoring the Plague Doctor; Froki was an utterly uncommunicative fellow, incessantly drawing on parchment as he walked,
