Max descended the stairs, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.
The weight of the staff in his hands gave him a sense of power and control over the situation, although he didn't really know how to use magic and would mostly rely on his blade to get him out of any bad situations.
The stairs led him deeper into the palace, and the air grew colder and more humid as he descended. He could hear the faint echoes of voices and footsteps in the distance, causing his heart to race even more.
As for the architecture, the walls while he went down the stairs were adorned with intricate carvings and engravings that seemed to glow with a faint, magical light. The ceiling was high and vaulted, with shadows flickering in the dim light.
It was a very weird constrast to the mostly stoned walls and ceilings as it looked more like a torture dungeon than anything else, hopefully it wouldn't stay like that when he reached the hallways in the underground though.
