He slipped through it through the archive fast. After all, he could not breathe in that split second or seconds as he moved within it. He landed on a stone after a few seconds. Just how many years had it taken Tatani to build this city? The air was cooler underground, but not suffocating. It moved in slow currents passing through the space, carrying a faint mix of damp rock, smoke, and something cooked.
Lived-in air.
If his speculations were right, then there had to be many openings leading above ground where the fresh air was coming in through.
Sagiri straightened slowly before he finally lifted his eyes to take in the view properly.
The cavern stretched wider than he expected. It had been shaped over time, cut, reinforced, and expanded. The ceiling arched high above, held by thick stone columns. Their surfaces were smoothed by hands and tools as if they had been built by the best architects of the central plains.
