The boy wandered around the walls, pillars, and the hall, enjoying the sight.
"Wait-! Are those... dragons?"
At the far end of the vast hall, two colossal dragon sculptures stood like ancient guardians, their forms hewn from obsidian stone that seemed to drink in what little light existed.
Their wings spread wide, nearly touching the distant ceiling, and their serpentine necks curved gracefully upward, jaws eternally frozen in silent roars. The detail in their sculpting was extraordinary—every scale seemed to catch the light differently, creating an illusion of movement in the shadows.
Between these magnificent sentinels stood a grand altar, its surface adorned with intricate draconic motifs. The altar itself appeared to be carved from a single piece of dark stone, but unlike the cold, lifeless rock of the cavern walls, this material held a subtle warmth, a barely perceptible pulse of energy that made the hair on the back of the boy's neck stand on end.
