Under Bachel's guidance, they reentered the teaching area. Traversing spiral staircases layer by layer, their surroundings were filled with inky darkness. Gradually, a dim light illuminated their way. The spiraling stairs disappeared behind them, replaced by an old, stone corridor.
This initial corridor seemed to incubate everything in the teaching area. Limestone solidified on the stone walls, showcasing traces of time. The reflection of candlelight on the stone walls emitted a faint halo, and the air was filled with the scent of ancient rock and a slight dampness.
Each corridor had its unique mark - perhaps a certain carving, a worn-out spot, or even a singular metallic floorboards.
These minute differences were essential for Bachel in recognizing each corridor.
Lanci and Hyperion followed in Bachel's footsteps, crossing corridor after corridor, slowly delving into the territory's depths.
Finally, Bachel halted before an exquisite and small wooden door.
