"There must be some treasure hidden here. These past days, Brother Ethan has been feeding me meat and soup. If there is anything I, Magnus, can do in the future, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!" Magnus cupped his fist solemnly.
Before anyone could respond, the ancient stone door finished rising with a final grinding roar.
A wave of stale, humid air gushed out, carrying the scent of age and decay—far older than anything on the surface.
Asher stepped forward and appeared before the three with a flicker of movement.
"I'll take the lead. You follow. Be cautious."
The three nodded and followed him inside.
To their surprise… the ruin was not what any of them expected.
There were no soaring halls, no towering monuments, no labyrinth of ancient relics.
Instead—
A small circular chamber, barely ten feet across.
