As Arthur and his squad exited the final room, they were met with a view that left them awestruck: a humongous hall that was too huge to have been designed by mortals.
It was as though titans had occupied this space long ago and had left their colossal legacy behind.
The vaulted roof swallowed noise like a hungry beast, giving rise to an otherworldly quiet that engulfed them.
Even the guttering torches were daunted by this vast space,small fire burning with long, quivering shadows upon stonework incised with the ancient geometries of an age when arrogance was unchallenged.
The hall itself was in the shape of some cruciform cathedral of a far-off past: four arms projected from a central nave, every passageway tapering into dark recesses.
Pillars rose high like the ribs of some massive leviathan, encased in flaking lichen and scatches of years.
Above them, the ceiling melted into darkness; only hints of its vastness were visible amidst the casting torchlight.
