She inclined her head slightly. "Then walk further with me," she said. "There is more to show you before you go searching in the dark for something that has eluded my people for longer than your kind has likely existed."
They walked.
The hall opened into something larger, a chamber Noah hadn't expected, the ceiling rising higher here than anywhere else they'd passed through, the ice formations hanging from it catching the cold light and scattering it across walls covered floor to ceiling in carvings he didn't have time to read properly. Yrsala moved through it without slowing, the way someone moved through a space they had walked their entire life, and Noah followed and took in what he could.
At the chamber's far end stood something he hadn't expected either. A throne, carved from the same dark stone as everything else, but unoccupied, the ice across its surface thicker than anywhere else in the city, grown undisturbed for what looked like a very long time.
