Finally, a bank of silver mist parted, and an enormous hall materialized ahead, its spires spearing so high they vanished into low-rolling clouds. It was as if the main hall was the dwelling of an ancient deity.
Walls of fitted stone blocks rose in solemn grandeur. Each block carried carvings of mythical beasts, coiled spells, and intricate array-work that seemed ready to breathe at any moment.
Jared and Sylvia drew closer.
The main doors, sealed tight, were smothered in overlapping glyphs that pulsed with a forbidding, unspent charge.
Studying the carvings, Jared noticed familiar patterns, echoes of the very runes they had decoded throughout the stone forest, threaded here in a far more complicated tapestry.
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