Dimitri and Blanca fell through the ground, sand and severed machine pieces raining down on them. She touched down hard on her buttocks. She blinked, trying to infiltrate the darkness, but her now-human senses weren't up to the job. The air was heavy with dust. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it. It was hard to breathe down here.
Then, unexpectedly, lights gleamed to life all around her, brightening the twilight. They'd fallen into an imperial, massive ancient hall. The floors were dark onyx marble—otherworldly darker, like a sheet of dark ice. Lustrous ancient runes were strewed across the icy marble veneer, coated in gleaming, flickering strokes of gold dust. The walls were enclosed in jewels and dark gems. The magical dim light from the lantern shone from within the walls, sprawling the room in sparkling ancient brightness.
"Dimitri, where the hell are we?" Blanca asked as she surveyed the ancient tomb of riches. A chamber that any mortal would die for.
