Water spring river

When you reach the end of the wall, The dryer pauses for a moment. If you look down The water channel and the outer wall of the temple are connected in layers, Rotten currents and salts soar upwards in the wind. This is no longer an ocean or a forest. It was a boundary that had been festering for a long time, with the two forced to connect. The dryer lifts the crossbow. The wind blows the bow made along the grain of the tree. "From here on out... You'll have different eyes." At that moment. The patterns engraved on the outer wall shine finely. On the outer wall of the temple, which is ceramic-hardened, It's as if the wave and the leaf vein flow at the same time. This place is not just a wall. It was the skin of the temple itself. the last resistance of the outer wall defences The remaining defences at the top of the outer wall move. The salt crystals in the wind harden in the air approach like a wingless aircraft a mixture of water, stones, and old prayers The dryer doesn't back down. at the crossbow Penetrating bullets overlapping wind and vision are fired in succession. The moment you shoot, It's not just about guessing Cut off the flow of the outer wall. It's broken, The patterns are split, The breath of the temple pauses for a moment. Taking advantage of the gap, the dryer jumps up. Not the roots, but the wind. entry to the upper level of the temple As soon as you cross the outer wall, The sense of air changes completely. The moisture and rotting smell below disappeared, Instead, there is a cold and clear silence. This is the upper level of the temple. There's no ceiling, The sky is still open Light does not come down directly. The light is on a crystal pole It's like a wave slowly circulate throughout the space This is a place of ritual. It's not a place for a fight, a place where rule and choice were declared. Dryers feel instinctively. "Here, Wilder is It wasn't just a soldier." On the floor The water vein patterns entangled like ceremonial bodies, And there are destroyed crystal debris strewn around. From every single one of those rubble I can feel the signs of life being robbed. It took away the energy of the forest, Tied up the flow of water, A place where nature was intended to be 'managed'.