The atmosphere inside was thick with an odd pressure. It felt as though the place was filled with life.
The deeper they went, the more certain he became.
Life pulsed faintly in the stone around them.
The tunnel eventually widened into a vast cavern.
Before them stretched a city buried beneath the mountain, so vast that its edges were lost in the dim light.
The structures below were massive, built with hard lines and dark materials. Towers stood like watchful giants, and bridges connected them in networks overhead.
But it wasn't the architecture that caught Nameless Death's attention.
It was the statues.
They were everywhere.
Lining the streets, standing at forges, perched atop balconies.
Enormous figures, all frozen mid-movement.
Each one had broad shoulders, thick limbs, and heavy torsos.
They looked like a dwarf human who was increased in size, but the proportions were kept the same.
"What are they?" Nameless Death asked.
"Dwarves," Zagreus replied as they walked.
