Chapter 421
"Arghh! Where am I?" Grey muttered in shock as his earlier shut eyes slowly fluttered open.
His disoriented senses were slowly coming to as he looked around him in confusion, wondering where he was.
"This... this isn't the cave. Where am I?" Grey asked himself as he scanned his surroundings, examining everything with wary eyes.
His boots were now pressing against a polished obsidian floor that shimmered like black glass, cold beneath his feet and eerily smooth.
The air was thick with age and power. He had been transported into a massive, cathedral-like hall—an ancient structure that stretched endlessly above him, its ceilings arched and held aloft by towering pillars of dark stone carved with forgotten runes and grotesque winged figures frozen mid-flight.
Torch sconces lined the walls, burning with pale-blue flames, casting eerie shadows that danced across mural-covered surfaces.
