As they passed through the large, ornate gates the two massive statues still very much visible until the doors finally closes, Xaltal and Aymara walked side by side, their footsteps muffled by the soft grass beneath them.
The air around them was thick with the scent of wildflowers and freshly cut leaves. Several bushes and trees lined the path, their shapes and sizes diverse—some with twisted trunks and gnarled branches, others tall and proud, casting long shadows in the late afternoon sun.
Xaltal gazed at the surroundings, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as they approached the lift, he rest his arm on his sword as he begins.
"It's really fortunate the lift is right in front of the gates," Xaltal mused, his voice slow and thoughtful as he admired the towering structure ahead.
He placed a hand on his chin, brushing the strands of the veil away from his face. The lift doors were gleaming metal, faintly reflecting the greenery around them.
