Before her was a large black mud pit. On the far side stood a dark gray, ancient structure that looked more like a great hall of antiquity.
At the entrance to the hall stood two enormous, imposing Jade Pixius.
A dozen or so wide steps led upward, with a raised platform of bluestone in the middle.
The platform was bare, save for four Copper Crane Lamps standing at its corners, silent and still.
They were laden with an immeasurable amount of black dust.
Straight ahead from the center of the platform were two tightly shut, dark-lacquered doors.
Extending out from both sides of the doors were countless ruined plank roads built along the cliff face.
The entire structure was embedded into the mountain behind it, yet it didn't look out of place.
It exuded an air of solemnity, reverence, and weight.
Like an ancient temple that had stood for a thousand years.
Weathered by the ages, it gave off an exceptionally ancient and timeworn feeling.
It also carried a hint of gloom.
