Raegar was staring at an ancient town, half-swallowed by the cavern floor, it gave off a creepy vibe, sending shivers down his spine. Columns of black stone littered everywhere they looked, some destroyed others standing upright. Faint runes still glimmered along the doorframes, pulsing in slow heartbeats.
No wind stirred, yet a low humming filled the hollow, as though the town itself breathed. 'What is this place?' he thought.
In the distance, a cracked bell tower faced toward the cavern roof, frozen mid-swing, rusting away thanks to the passage of time. Beneath it, a dry fountain cradled a statue of a robed figure whose face had been chiseled away. The Dark Elf's ears twitched when seeing everything.
''Older than the surface kingdoms by thousands of years,'' she murmured, voice barely louder than the hum.
