The tunnel opened into a corridor. The stone here was carved, not natural, the walls smooth and marked with symbols that Kaelen did not recognize but that made his skin crawl. The symbols pulsed faintly, a dull red glow that matched the rhythm of his heartbeat. The air was cold and dry and smelled of old incense and older blood, but beneath that, something else. Something odd, something that reminded him of the dungeon.
"The cult did not build this place," Iron said. His voice echoed off the stone, soft and flat. "They found it. The tunnels were here before humans walked on this continent. The temples were built above them."
"Who built them?" Kaelen asked.
"We do not know. The ones who built them are gone. But their mark remains. This place is built on top of something that is either a seal, a prison or a door." The pig's golden eyes glowed in the dark. "The cult did not come here by chance as they believe, they were drawn, the same way the beast calls to its children."
