Finally, the tunnel opened up into a vast hall, bathed in dim, eerie light that seemed to emanate from nowhere. Massive stone pillars lined the room, supporting an ornately carved marble ceiling. Despite the hall's grandeur, everything felt abandoned, like a relic of a time long past.
"Looks like we've found the heart of this place," Damien muttered, his voice low but steady.
Vynira stepped forward, her eyes scanning the room with a sense of reverence and caution. "This place... it's ancient," she whispered, her fingers lightly brushing the surface of one of the pillars. "I can feel it in the air, the primal energy here—it's old, maybe older than anything I've encountered."
Damien nodded, though his attention was fixed on the other end of the hall. There, at the far end, a throne-like seat loomed, imposing and dark. Even from this distance, it was clear that whoever had once sat there held immense power. But that wasn't what caught his attention.
