22 November 2750
The search for the orb continued. The sun started to drown toward the west, yet none found a single golden orb. Not even the united red-serpent-mask gang.
Golden orbs might be scarce to find but orbs weren't. Orbs of various colors could be found here and there scattered as if a child threw his belongings while crossing through the forest. Red, green, blue, and whatnot. The red ones literally burnt out everything around. The blue ones stuck up and with the help of no cosmium, it could be got rid of. Amongst these silly orbs, the black and green were deadliest, one being explosive and the other being venomous, paralyzing anyone upon the slightest bit of contact.
And luckily in a matter of an hour, Brock and Ryan managed to encounter all types of orbs. Ryan is still stuck with the blue blob sticking to his palm.
"THIS SHIT IS DISGUSTING! Like how the fuck I'm supposed to use my staff with one hand. And God knows when the other one will get sealed too."
Brock laughed. His thumb ached as well as he got his thumb burnt by a red orb. But that was nothing compared to previous injuries.
They had come quite far from the mountains.
"Uh..Brock..will it be alright to go any further? Like reaching the mountain will be a drag."
"What about finding an orb?"
"I believe there will be at least one there. We just couldn't search properly."
They slowed their pacing,deciding, whether to get back or not.
Brock opened his eyes.
"Ouch..my back hurts..What happened here?"
He crouched up.
"Did I black out or something?"
He was in an enormous room made out of concrete blocks. It felt like ruins as cracks showed up from the wall and algae grew through the wall. The wall had different terracotta. He looked upward. The ceiling looked modern. The ruin was illuminated with torches that were scorching with green flames. Brock tried to remember what happened but couldn't recall anything after his last conversation with Ryan.
"Now getting out of here is my priority. I can't die in a ruin."
He made a falcon sign and punched the wall hoping his sand fist would be able to break through the broken walls.
But all the cosmium energy got sucked up by the green torches.
"WHAT!?! How the hell it's sucking cosmium., Enchanted spells or something?"
He went near a torch and inspected it. Some kind of spell made it a cosmium vacuum. The core of the torches was made with emeralds or perhaps something similar looking.
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He tried to reach those torches but without cosmium, it'd be impossible to reach that high. Brock started to walk through the hall. At one point he tried to climb the wall taking a grip over the terracotta. The nicks were too shallow and of course, Brock slipped and fell again.
This time opening his eyes he saw a torch at the far end of the hall beside a large photo frame. And it wasn't high up. He got up to his feet and sprinted toward the torch.
This torch's shade was different and illuminated olive green flames.
He tried to inspect it using his index finger but the fire was no less hot than any usual one despite its unique color. He started inspecting the torch.
After some investigation, he, at last, found out the torch was detachable. He grabbed the torch and started to look around.
He got close to the terracotta and brought the torch closer to have a better look to find hints.
But the terracotta started to melt.
Brock flinched back "Fuck. Do I have to pay for this?"
But the next thing he saw was a piece of paper. This time he left the torch a bit far and cautiously went close to it so that it wouldn't burn out and took the paper.
It was an empty paper.
"The council is getting on my nerves. What games are they trying to play, huh?"
He came back to grab the torch but suddenly something was visible on the paper. An art? Probably oil art.
The Head of a white cow could be seen. There might be another cow behind whose black skin was visible.
"It can be only seen under this torch. Understandable."
He started melting all the terracotta. Other pieces of paper started to come out.
Picture of a wooden wheel. A cart-like thing, the stomach of the white cow, the head of the black cow. He had a total of 20 pieces of paper.
"Now what?"
He pondered for a while. Suddenly recalled
"The Photo frame!"
Brock bolted back to the photo frame beside the detachable torch. He took a piece of paper and put it in the frame.
The frame sucked in the paper. It was still movable using a finger. Brock slowly placed all the pictures and tried to solve the puzzle.
After a long 15 minutes, he succeeded. The puzzle was completed. Two cows trying to pull a wooden cart. A man almost naked man is helping.
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"God knows the picture of which era is this."
The frame had a name carved over it.
"Zainul."
The picture with the photo frame slowly drowned inside the wall. A staircase appeared from nowhere that was going down.
The underground was dark.
Brock took the torch.
"WHAT AWAITS FOR ME NOW?"