Norimar's deep voice echoed through the vast chamber as he turned to three figures in the group—Rhedel, Elspeth, and Sagona.
Without a word, they stepped forward, their expressions grim and focused. The chamber they entered was unlike anything they could have imagined, vast and ancient, its high vaulted ceilings stretching far above them. The walls were lined with intricate carvings, glowing faintly in a purple hue, the language and symbols an enigma even to the most learned scholars.
Around the edges of the chamber were pit-like recesses carved into the walls, evenly spaced at regular intervals, each glowing faintly with latent energy.
At the very centre of the chamber was a tall rectangular pit, its depth impossible to discern, and from within it pulsed an eerie purple light that seemed to breathe with a life of its own.
This was the Archaic Citadel, the place Daratrine talked about, unknown to them, serpents have already found it.
