When the world realigned itself in front of him, Arthur found himself in a dimly-lit room. Shimmering and swarming lights, rune lines as Arthur perceived them, covered the walls from all directions.
As if it was a giant jigsaw puzzle, the runes were there but incomplete. Gears linked to other gears made up the walls while leaving gaps of iron plates that the runes were inscribed upon.
The air was damp and slightly shallow, but it wasn't anything Arthur couldn't survive in. His first step was accompanied by a dull metallic and the urgency of finding Tyrin. As he got closer to the wall, a question popped into his head.
'Did Si know about this? Did he make a mistake? Maybe he never wanted me to stop the weapon. But why?'
