Lucien's consciousness slowly returned. The scent of damp moss filled his nose.
He opened his eyes to find himself lying in an unfamiliar chamber. The walls shimmered faintly. The moss glowed a gentle green, illuminating the stonework with an eerie calm.
He sat up, wincing. His memories returned in fragments. The battle, the chase, and finally... someone pulling him out before everything went dark.
"Someone saved me," he muttered.
He scanned the room. It wasn't natural. The walls were too smooth and the curvature was too precise. His eyes narrowed. He saw the faint ripples of law embedded into the ground.
'This place… it's man-made.'
More precisely, it might be crafted by someone with mastery over the Law of Earth. The realization deepened as he pressed his hand against the wall. The structure wasn't mere stone but layers of compacted earth.
He traced the energy and realized he was deep underground... buried far beneath the surface.
