Arriving outside the cave, Max was met with a sight that immediately captured his attention. Spread out before him was a small village unlike any he had seen before. The structures were not delicate or refined but solid, built for endurance rather than beauty.
The houses were carved from massive boulders, packed with layers of brick and hardened earth that gave them the look of fortresses rather than homes. Their walls were thick and uneven, yet they radiated a sense of permanence, as though they had stood there for countless generations without yielding to time.
The village was arranged in a broad circular pattern. The largest dwellings stood near the center, their roofs curving slightly inward as if shaped to bear the immense weight of stone. Surrounding these were smaller houses, still immense compared to anything Max had ever seen, lined neatly in rings that spread outward.
