Ethan's eyes widened in shock the moment he stepped into the underground world.
Before him stretched a vast expanse of stone houses—crude in shape yet sturdy enough to last centuries.
Each block was carved directly from the rocky walls, glowing faintly under the dim light of luminous crystals embedded in the cavern ceiling. It was no mere village—it was an entire underground city.
"So this… is the real Stonehorn City."
Earlier, when he had walked past the wooden structures on the surface, Ethan almost scoffed at the thought of calling such a shabby collection of huts a 'city'.
But now, after witnessing this underground domain, he realised the truth. It was vast, comparable to, if not larger than, many human cities in the outside world.
Minotaurs of all ages filled the streets. Some were busy carrying large stone tools, others were training together in a wide open plaza where roars and stomps shook the ground.
