The ancient halls of Etelm nar stretched before them, their footsteps echoing against worn stone floors that had witnessed millennia pass. Galam followed Donovan's lead, with Uean close behind, while their two mercenary companions maintained watch at their backs. The ruins seemed to pulse with an otherworldly presence, as if the very walls remembered their original inhabitants.
"Remarkable," Donovan muttered, his calloused hand tracing the intricate patterns etched into the walls. "The elves weren't just powerful, they were absolute masters of their craft." His eyes gleamed with scholarly enthusiasm as he turned to Galam. "Look here – these aren't mere decorations. These are logical circuits, woven into the very architecture itself. We've found similar patterns in other ruins, but never this well-preserved."
