본 결제 창은 결제완료 후 자동으로 닫히며,결제 진행 중에 본 결제 창을 닫으시면
주문이 되지 않으니 결제 완료 될 때 까지 닫지 마시기 바랍니다.
Rohan paid him double and went alone.
In the central chamber stood the Qira—the tower. A spiraling pillar of the same black stone, wrapped in copper veins that had not oxidized. At its peak, a shattered crystal dome let in the bruised purple sky of the approaching monsoon. Vidjo Mete Qira Fort
Its bones were fused to the stone. Its ribcage housed a small, spherical object—a battery. Still humming. Still glowing with a faint, sickly blue light. Rohan paid him double and went alone
He saw it then. A memory trapped in the stone. an old fisherman named Bhola
His guide, an old fisherman named Bhola, refused to step within a mile of the fort.