The Bridge (2)
Redakteur: Kurisu
The cloth was exposed to the sun and wind for too long. It was normal for it to decompose after the stone was removed.
Blue light dots flashed in front of Angele's eyes. "An ancient race, huh? That's what I'm looking for. I assume what's left of you is on the bridge."
Angele raised his head and looked at the bridge.
The yellow stone bridge led straight into the endless sky and had a smooth surface that was built with yellow bricks. The gaps between the bricks looked like the lines used in the runes. They were old but mysterious.
"It might be a ruin…" Angele guessed and stepped onto the bridge.
The footsteps echoed in the air and he was advancing at a fast pace.
Time passed...
About half an hour later, Angele was still walking on the stone bridge. There were no decorations on it, and the island below already looked like a palm-sized white cloth; it was quite eye-catching in the blue sea.