The secret passage had become an unrecognizable ruin. Rocks, debris, covering everything thing and as they moved through those small nooks and crannies, they would find shattered remnants of the chamber that formed a jagged, chaotic landscape. Even the world has given up on this place.
The once-clear path was buried beneath layers of destruction, the aftermath of the explosion evident in every jagged edge and displaced stone.
Moving deeper into the wreckage, the devastation grew more pronounced. The air grew heavier, the silence oppressive. But underneath all of those boulders and stones, a muted, faint light that filtered through cracks in the rubble. Amid this world of silence, that faint glimmer became a beacon of light.
As one moved in its direction, they approached a space that was covered by something: a transparent dome, untouched by the surrounding destruction. Within the dome, three figures were visible: two seated and alive, and the third—headless and unmoving.
