Descending the mountain was both a relief and a challenge, as loose rocks and narrow paths demanded our full attention. Frost, nimble and light-footed, had little trouble, trotting down confidently as if leading the way. As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the landscape, we spotted the remains of an ancient structure—walls partially collapsed, with stone carvings barely visible beneath layers of moss and vines.
Curiosity got the best of me. As we approached, a sense of familiarity washed over me, a strange deja vu from my previous world. The carvings looked like they depicted early forms of medicine—figures using herbs, tools, and what appeared to be early surgical practices. My fingers traced the grooves of one stone carving, marveling at how, despite the differences, these ancient people had a shared understanding of healing.
Frost sniffed at the ground nearby, letting out a low, cautious growl. I glanced down to see a narrow passageway, half-hidden beneath the rubble. After a bit of clearing, we uncovered a staircase descending into the darkness.
"Could be risky," Bran warned, but I felt a pull—an intuition that there might be something useful down there. With a nod from Sera, we carefully descended.
The air grew cooler and damp as we entered a small underground room, dimly lit by shafts of fading sunlight filtering through cracks above. At the far end of the room was an old chest. With Bran's help, we pried it open, revealing ancient scrolls and a few small artifacts. One of the scrolls appeared to describe herbal remedies and techniques, bridging the gap between their time and the modern knowledge I held. It was a rare and valuable find.
As we emerged, Frost barked excitedly, his eyes bright with an energy that mirrored my own. These ancient discoveries weren't just relics—they were pieces of my new purpose in this world. I was more determined than ever to reach the kingdom, where these secrets could be of real use.