Lindarion's eyes swept the carved walls. Dragons. Human figures. Merged forms etched in crude but powerful lines. Spirals of wings and fire, eyes like suns staring out from stone that should not have remembered.
"No," Lindarion said flatly. "We search every chamber. If these ruins still stand, then something of value may remain."
Nysha tilted her head, crimson eyes glinting. "You think these corpses of stone have left gifts for us? Or are you simply curious how far you can press their faith?"
The commander's jaw tightened. The humans behind him lowered their heads, too ashamed to answer. They didn't want to admit it aloud, but they followed because he said so. Because to them, Lindarion wasn't a man but a wall of fire between them and the dark.
Lindarion turned, gaze cutting briefly to Nysha. "Curiosity is dangerous. But leaving the unknown at your back is suicide."
She smirked faintly, shadows licking at her fingertips. "Pragmatic. I'll give you that."
They pushed forward.
