The area was pitch-black, leaving Mikhail with only a grayscale view of the area around him.
He could make out the rough and grainy texture of rock all around him. But he also saw patches of a different texture. Smooth. Sleek. Glossy.
Like puddles on the ground, only without any undulating waves.
There were also stalactites and stalagmites. Some rough and grainy, others smooth and glossy.
'Must be some sort of ice cavern,' he thought as his Spiritual Aether flowed out and into one of the runes of his armor, activating its temperature regulation capabilities.
Immediately, he began warming up as the sound of rushing wind began to resound throughout the cavern. A byproduct of the heating process, steam.
Mikhail continued inspecting the area, and eventually, he noticed a crystal ball floating ominously and inertly in what appeared to be the very center of the cavern.
