"What's out there in the darkness?"

Faint light leaked through the window, allowing Ashe and the others to barely make out the interior of what appeared to be a junk warehouse. Calling it junk was something of an understatement. Scattered throughout the space were peculiar Dawn Pink components, sheets of Obsidian Gold alloy, and Snowfield White engines. The extraordinary craftsmanship of these pieces remained unmistakable beneath layers of dust.

Without a doubt, this warehouse housed the shattered sweet souls of a bygone age. They were crystallized wisdom, the intricate details of a lost civilization, and greatness hidden within the ordinary. Now they lay abandoned inside a cold earthen building hastily erected with Earth Class sorcery, serving as nothing more than seats for Ashe and his companions while...