The entrance had no door.
There was a gap in the stone big enough for a person to pass through — not a designed opening, but the kind of absence something has when the stone simply decided not to be there.
The three entered in single file.
Kai first.
Serah behind.
Lira last.
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The interior was larger than the exterior.
Not by a little. Considerably.
The space they reached after crossing the threshold had a twelve-meter ceiling, walls that stretched farther than the exterior structure justified, and hallways branching off in four directions.
Kai looked at everything.
Then he looked at the walls.
They weren't Aethon stone.
The texture was different — more uniform, without the irregularities left by manual labor or even construction magic.
This isn't medieval.
It's not magic in the sense Aethon uses magic.
It's... like the other dungeon.
Kai searched for the word.
As if someone took technology from somewhere else and translated it into the language of this world.
