The descent from the parapet took them deep into the body of the Wall itself, though a different section from the row of housing they had witness before.
Stone corridors opened into wider halls, their ceilings arched and ribbed like the inside of some great, sleeping beast.
Light filtered in through narrow slits cut into the southern face, illuminating the space in soft bands that shifted as the sun lowered.
Everywhere they passed, there was life—quiet, orderly, purposeful.
Legionnaires moved in pairs or small groups, armor unbuckled, helms carried under arms.
Some were coming off watch, others heading to it.
A few paused, startled, when they recognized Julius walking among them without escort or ceremony.
Whispers rippled, restrained but unmistakable.
Serena stayed half a step behind him, watching it all with keen eyes.
A world within a world as it were.
This particular section of the walls interior was used as a means of amenities for the soldiers.
