The amphitheater had 16 entrances.
Damien and Pandora split up and moved in opposite directions, approaching the walls to begin scouting these tunnels.
They were ancient, that much was for certain.
The rock that made up their walls was weathered extremely, and the signs of ancient writings present on them were so long worn that they looked like nothing more than the scratches of madmen.
But as the duo sent their awarenesses into these tunnels, they only developed more questions.
'The restriction spans as far as my awareness can reach, and it doesn't seem to stop anywhere nearby.'
'The walls are also so thick. It's difficult for my awareness to pass through them.'
Damien ran his fingers along the walls as he moved between the tunnels and investigated each one separately.
