HE only wishes one thing: To live a peaceful life.
After the Great Battle of Chicago however, his loathe for the Human populous grew. He discovered that they are hunting, and experimenting the remains of the deceased Transformers all over the world...
As the group descends down the steps, it was just like any other stairs except that this is filled with cobwebs & dust, and the misallignment of the steps -- proof of its ancient age since the last it was ever maintained...
"Watch your steps--" Haru warns, slowly descending first whilst his black armoured digits glides against the uneven mossy bricked walls with the others following behind him.
Being the first to enter the basement, despite not being able to see, Haru could sense the ancient time lingering within the atmosphere...
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The shelfs along its walls have collapsed with the ceramic bottled contents spilled on the floor, leaving its shattered shell behind. The cauldron in the far back in the left-corner of the room, and 60% of the basement has been devoured by tree roots. Although majority of the tools and instruments has been claimed by the corrosion, moss, and dirt, a handful remains untouched by time. As for the books and papers within eyeshot, some appears fresh, while many are torn...
The group was succumbed to wonder and awe as they analysed the room. The knowledge and books left by the Great Wizard Kalard, all before them. All except Haru who remained still, silently standing in the corner.
A feminine knightly voice echoes through the air, "This looks more like the home of a wizard~"
......! Éclair caught a glimpse of a forgotten and now recovered memory, pasted on a wall over a desk of books and a glass orb at its center.
It was somewhat a large picture with Éclair as a young child in the center of the partially-faded memory. There are two visible figures by her sides with their bodies and smile intact, but unfortunately, their faces are erased. On the left is what assumed to be her father donned with a greyish-looking cloak. On the right, is a woman seated, wearing purpleclothes with an orange-pattern sash reaching from her left-waist to her right-shoulder.
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