Elyon was the one who spotted the clue.
He stood near the edge of a large crevasse, his gaze fixed on something small, almost insignificant.
"Lin Mu," he called.
Lin Mu approached and observed the place. At first glance, it was just a rock. Unremarkable and ordinary, but upon closer inspection he saw something on it. There were markings or more accurately runes carved into its surface.
Lin Mu's eyes narrowed and he stepped closer to examine them. They were not in any language the others recognized.
It was not the common script and neither was it Dao script.
Yet, Lin Mu knew them.
"Dwarven script," he said.
His expression shifted as excitement and recognition appeared on it.
The word carved into the stone was clear.
"Mantleheim."
Lin Mu's lips curved slightly.
"That is it."
The name carried meaning.
Mantle.
Mantleheim… the mantle beneath a world's surface. A place of depth.
"They are below," Lin Mu said.
