Prince Maximilian's arrival at the ruins left him in a state of confusion and concern. He knew about its destruction, but not the state of it.
Gone were the towering walls that once commanded reverence, the intricate patterns and mysterious symbols that adorned its surface. Instead, there lay a desolate scene of destruction and upheaval, as if a force far beyond mortal comprehension had reached into the earth and yanked the maze from its rightful place.
The once majestic structure had been reduced to a chaotic pile of rubble, rocks, and soil. It was as if the very essence of the maze had been torn away, leaving behind only remnants of its former glory. The landscape, once carefully crafted and enchanting, now bore the scars of a violent separation.