Briefing
The sky was still dark, although pitch black was slowly being replaced by a deep blue. Soon the sun would rise.
Nero wasn't sure what calendar the Eldrim prescribed to. If their days changed at midnight, as it did in the modern world, then today it would be exactly 1210 years since the cathedral lost its connection to whatever database it had been trying to access.
It was a little bit of a jump to just assume that it was also on that day that the city underwent whatever change caused it to be abandoned, or buried under a mountain. But he could definitely say for certain that something significant had happened on that day, if the signs of destruction in the basement were anything to judge by.
He wondered if the database on the fourth level that he heard about was in the room with the glass boxes.
It no longer mattered to him for now, but it was something to reflect on.