After crossing the wailing souls' dancing ground, Jareth finally reached the location he was aiming for since the start.
*Step!*
He landed on the solid stone ground and glanced at the gigantic ruin with his usual cold look on his face.
*Ah… the temple of the fairies… it's been so long since I came here… it's been so long, since my spirit has felt this clear…*
*The memories of the past are all rushing in my head like a clear stream now…*
The massive temple was broken beyond recognition; there were marks of battle, and there were lingering souls and evil spirits wandering around everywhere.
But oddly, there was no miasmic corrosion in this one place.
Jareth had flown for several hours to finally arrive here; everywhere around the temple was a vast open plain thoroughly corroded by miasma and corruption.
A massive river filled with miasmic water was running across the plain, and in the middle of it all stood this broken ruin of a long-destroyed temple.
