Three days west of Ashvale, the land caved inward.
Not naturally.
By design.
Hollowdeep was once a mining city carved into the body of a mountain, a place where the Crown had torn fire from the bones of the earth until even the stone screamed. When they'd exhausted its cores, they buried it.
Not with rock.
With silence.
[System Alert: Territory Class – Flame Suppression Zone | Crown Designation: ABANDONED / RESTRICTED | Embertrace Activity: Low, Flickering]
Rivan stood at the edge of a broken stone bridge overlooking the Hollow's mouth.
It wasn't just deep.
It was listening.
Ava scanned the canyon rim with narrowed eyes. "I'm getting no comms. No interference. It's like this place eats signal."
Kael kicked a loose pebble into the drop. "No echo either. Swallows sound."
Selina checked the base of a rusted rail line leading downward. "Glyphs carved here. Faded. Suppression runes."
