The Nahara climbed the stone steps one by one, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. She wasn’t afraid, but a deep unease gnawed at her, unsure of what exactly awaited them above.

She climbed for what felt like endless minutes. How high was this place?

At last, the narrow, dark staircase led her into a massive, dimly lit chamber.

Aysling raised her hand, and the torches along the walls ignited instantly, flooding the room with a warm glow that revealed enormous murals painted across the stone