In a relatively short time, we arrive at the central room.
A grand chamber of black, obsidian-like stone. The surfaces glittering under the light of the magic orb floating above us.
At the center of the room is what appears to be a pool filled with a clear blue liquid. It seems to glow faintly, almost radiating a sort of...aura that is oddly captivating.
Something in me, my instincts, are urging me not to get near it, a sensation akin to when one sees the ocean for the first time, and instinctively knows one must not rush headlong into it.
"As you can see." Valentine turns toward us expectantly. "There's nothing here. We got lucky enough to get this far, but there's not even anything worth risking life and limb for."
Lucas lets go of my hand and waves a finger at the minstrel. "Hush! No one asked you to come! You're a volunteer! Go on, shoo, fly, home to where you belong."
