The party stepped into an entrance hall that seemed to stretched further than their eyes could see. The interior space seemed to exceed the outer dimensions. Nika's gaze followed everything slowly even as his honed instincts prickled.
He sniffed and the air tasted different, it wasn't dusty or even rotten, it was just absent,like oxygen existed but yet didn't.
The coolness or even warmth were totally replaced by absolutely nothing.
The party moves further in, noticing furniture that sat arranged for a gathering that seemed to have never happened.
The chairs positioned for conversation, a table set with refreshments that looked fresh but the tablecloth didn't drape. It stood rigid, frozen mid-fold with cups that didn't reflect light the right way.
Nika walked closer pressing Lightbane's blade against the table cloth. The sword scraped with a harsh sting. Metal against stone.
That confirmed it. "Everything's petrified," he said quietly.
