Though he couldn't see anything to his left, he had a full more than 200-degree field of view with his right. With it, he gained a general understanding of where he was. And it led him to one conclusion: He had neither ever been in a place so ancient, nor so awe inspiring.
The black tiles etched in runes were only a small part of the fifty-meter radius he stood at the center of.
At the edge of this radius, there were four sets of equally spaced golden double doors, each of which were inscribed with what must have been epic battles of the past.
The worksmanship made Dyon's heart open up with awe. He had never seen such exquisite craftmanship outside of the creations of the dwarves. But, this seemed to be even a level above.
Every warrior, beast, and clash chiseled out from these massive golden doors seemed so lifelike. It was almost as though they could leap out from their static impressions and continue their battle in this very room.
