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[center][h3]The Forgotten Capital[/h3][/center]

The forest began to warp the deeper Rowen ventured into it. The trees became stark-white, glowing in a mysterious aura. If he ventured further, he would find unusual formations of reef as though he were suddenly traveling the ocean floor. The reef gave way to an open circular chamber with a pool of crystal clear water before a giant conch-shell abode. The shell appeared to be a temple of some sort and from it radiated an energy; a power that he would be able to feel but not comprehend. If he ventured further within, there were winding stairs. There were steps that ascended and descended to various ledges, but the ledges surrounded one place. In the center was an altar and it was guarded by an endless waterfall of water. The water poured enough gallons to damage a vehicle. At the center of the pillar of water was a white light: the source of the power. Being this close, it had a warm and breathtaking presence—a holy presence.

[url=https://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/c/c3/Forgotten_capital_altar.png/revision/latest?cb=20110517023552]There were islands he could hop across to get closer to the altar[/url], and if Rowen attempted to do so, he would be met at the center of the pillar by a mysterious old man who appeared from nowhere. He sat upon a green sphere and seemed harmless enough—as harmless as an old man who manifested from nothing would seem.

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As for Beryl and Lapin, their exploration of the Sleeping Forest would seem fruitless. Had they been to this location before? Was that tree familiar? Had they passed the same tree five times already? There was no sign of the helicopter crash for miles, and it hadn’t crashed that far.