The tunnel opened into impossible.
Galthor stood at the threshold, his shadow-enhanced senses struggling to process what lay before him. He blinked several times to make sure he was seeing right.
A city. An entire city, preserved beneath the earth, its streets and buildings and monuments intact as if the centuries had never passed at all.
But the city was drowned.
Water filled every space, suspended throughout, defying gravity and occupying the air itself. It was denser than normal water, darker, carrying a faint luminescence that cast everything in shades of blue and grey. Looking at it was like looking through tinted glass into another world.
And things moved in that water.
