The light faded around Grey and Amunet, leaving them standing beneath a ceiling of sandstone buried so deeply underground that Grey couldn't sense anything resembling the surface. Massive columns stretched ahead of them, covered in hieroglyphs and carved figures that looked unmistakably Egyptian, while distant braziers burned with pale flames despite there being no obvious source of fuel.
Grey glanced toward Amunet and expected some sort of explanation, only to find her staring around with nearly as much confusion as he felt.
"This isn't what you expected?"
"No." Amunet slowly shook her head, stepping away from the teleportation point while studying the nearest wall. "There was supposed to be a ruin here, something related to him, but this isn't what I was told to expect."
Grey looked around again.
That was comforting.
