The four of them slowly walked into the ruins of this golden complex.
Every step seemed to carry the profound weight of history. The gold-plated rocks beneath their feet emitted a soft glow. They passed through the well-arranged structures, bypassing rooms and corridors slightly mottled by the erosion of time, until they finally arrived directly beneath the Golden Belfry.
Looking up, a massive Poneglyph stele came into view. It stood like an immortal monument in the long river of time, quietly rising there and bearing the memories of countless years. The face of the stele was enormous, densely covered with ancient scripts that seemed to recount a distant past.
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