The Ruins

The surface threatened to crumble beneath the idly brush, a flicker of wariness briefly flashing in their eyes as they cautiously withdrew.

Zhully didn't think twice before setting foot into the ruins, the curiosity getting the better of them as they eagerly sought the knowledge hidden within the depths.

The local gossip hadn't been wrong at all. They spied faded words etched into the walls. A language they hadn't recognized. To think there was still a language they had yet to discover in their longevity, a single finger reaching forward to slowly trace the shallow grooves before moving on, deeper within.

They hadn't been bothered by the cobwebs riddling their path, simply brushing them aside.

Winding paths, the quiet sounds of their footsteps. It seemed neverending, every path identical from the other but they seemed to know where to go.

Slight differences hadn't gone unnoticed from their trained eyes, slight chips in the walls here and there causing them to splinter right when they neared a different path.