Here, there is a profound stillness, isolated from all external sounds by the heavy stone walls. Duke can clearly hear his own heartbeat and the extremely faint rustling of his robe as he moves. These sounds echo between the stone walls, stirring several layers of very light echoes, and then return to silence.
The air is permeated with a faint smell of aged stone, mixed with traces of metal rust and some indescribable, cool yet slightly sweet scent similar to ancient resin.
He lifts his head, his gaze piercing through the gray mist above. He can faintly see the outlines of several colossal stone arches high on the dome. The surfaces of these arches are also covered with luminous sigils, flickering through the mist like the breath of an ancient deity.
