After entering, as they moved deeper inside, through a narrow pathway with lanterns lit on the walls as they passed by, the temperature dropped even with the small amount of heat, and the sounds of the outside world were swallowed entirely. It was as if the ruin had taken a deep breath and held it for years without being filled.
They exchanged glances but kept on walking, hoping to find an opening soon, since they could not afford to get lost or separated from each other; that would not be a good thing, and he knew that quite well.
"The energy in here is neither oppressing nor freeing; it falls somewhere in between to me," The one with the cloak said as he walked up beside Nova, who glanced at him, and his eyes narrowed.
Dravon's brows furrowed as he looked at the things they passed by, which were mostly runic marks but contained too little energy within them to even activate.
