As Max passed through the heavy, ancient door into the third stage of the citadel, a sudden shift in atmosphere greeted him. He found himself walking down a dimly lit, narrow hall made of dark stone, the walls etched with faintly glowing runes pulsing with a rhythmic thrum.
The air was thick, almost oppressive, but Max remained calm, his senses alert. Klaus followed silently behind him. At the end of the hallway, they stepped out into a vast, dome-like structure.
The dome stretched high above them, the ceiling lost in a haze of flickering lights, and inside it sprawled a complex maze of buildings and structures of all shapes and sizes—temples, shrines, towers, and stone platforms scattered across the floor like remnants of a forgotten civilization.
