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Old 05-08-2017, 02:50 AM   #52
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The Bastion of Vacuous Dreams

Dozens upon dozens of various types of graffiti were scrawled across the walls and pavement leading up to the Bastion, but one in particular stood out to Hiero among the rest. A crudely painted image of a person lying in what appeared to be a puddle of blood morphed into a message scrawled across the wall:

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THOSE WHO ENTER THE BASTION DO SO AT THEIR OWN RISK.
HELP WILL NOT COME FOR YOU HERE.
HIS LIFE WAS NOT WORTH IT.
YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH IT.


Hiero thought that it might be worth it. He'd heard the stories and rumors of the once grandiose ivory tower's fall from grace. Unfortunately - or, perhaps fortunately (that remained to be seen) - they were not enough to dissuade his curiosity, for he also knew of the supposed history surrounding the Bastion. When he was younger, Hiero had learned about the catastrophe of Goldenridge City. The city's demise was inevitable. In retrospect, the signs had all been there: corruption flowed through this city's veins both deep and wide. The descent into chaos had practically been a self-fulfilling prophecy. To say the majority of its inhabitants were complicit, one way or another, would be an understatement.

Hiero glossed over the spray-painted warning two or three times before turning his attention upward. It was drizzling. The tower effortlessly pierced the clouds, which were admittedly lower than normal due to the rainy weather. He took a deep breath and slowly walked ahead, right hand tightly clutching one of his Pokeballs. The distant, low rumble of thunder shook the ground, and the rain began to fall even harder.

His heart began to pound against his chest. The corner of his mouth curled.

Hiero stepped through the dilapidated entrance of the Bastion of Vacuous Dreams.
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