They stepped into the ancient structure, the air inside instantly shifting. It was cooler, heavier, carrying a faint scent of ozone and dust that hadn't been disturbed in centuries. The walls were lined with faded carvings, strange geometric patterns interwoven with what looked like threads of fate twisting around serpentine figures.
Adam's crimson eyes glowed faintly as he scanned the interior. "This place feels… alive."
Lilith ran her fingers along the wall, silver threads from her gown reacting to the carvings. "There's residual mana here. It's reacting to our presence."
Isolde stayed near the entrance, her blood aura subtly swirling. "This isn't just ruins. It's a monument… or a cage."
Ignis bounced on her heels, flames flickering excitedly along her shoulders. "Ooh, look at that! There's glowing stuff on the floor!"
