Forged Destiny [Book 3: Ch. 7]

We'd just crested the hill after a short and rocky climb. It wasn't so much a mountain as a raised platform I half-expected had been man made over a thousand years ago. Now, it was a grassy and rocky plateau. Atop that, the ruins of whatever this had been stood, but they were broken down and ragged – with several pillars and archways half-buried into the grass. Moss and lichen had taken over what remained.

"What did you expect?" Ren huffed, climbing up beside me. The Monk had handled the exertion far worse than I had, but that was nothing compared to Weiss, who looked like she was dying. Ren shook some sweat from his brow.

—Forged Destiny [Book 3: Ch. 7]