In each creature's eyes, golden flames ignited, reflecting the fire of civilization and their deep yearning for knowledge.
Their attacks began to carry the flow of information of civilization inheritance, each strike seemingly narrating an ancient story, conveying the wisdom and experience of the ancestors.
On this land ravaged by war, Titan Armor became the most noticeable presence.
Originally composed of indestructible metal, they were momentarily permeated by this flow of information, their surface beginning to reveal complex and mysterious patterns.
These patterns continuously transformed, eventually turning into epic images of ancient races.
In the images, there were towering temples reaching into the clouds, magnificent scenes of Divines fighting alongside humans, and warm pictures of peaceful coexistence among races.
Every scene stirred hearts, as if traveling through time to witness those glorious moments firsthand.
Liya stood quietly aside, watching all this unfold.
