"W-we were right… they're all here…"
Zephyrion barely registered the town head's words, his attention on the scene below. His eyes were wide opened, but not for any reason the town head or Possum would have imagined.
They stood at the entrance of a massive cavern, roughly sixty feet above its floor. A brilliant purple glow emanated from the countless crystals embedded in the ground, walls, and ceiling, though most of the light came from the enormous crystalline pillars stretching from the cavern floor to its ceiling.
Numerous openings dotted the walls, their depths shrouded in darkness, while a river wound through the cavern before spilling over the edge of a precipice, forming a massive waterfall that plunged into a seemingly bottomless abyss.
It was a truly enchanting sight, but the scenery was hardly what had caught Zephyrion's attention.
