The dungeon entrance was exactly where his memories said it would be. Dante stood before it as dawn light began to paint the crystalline wastes in shades of gold and rose, studying architecture that predated human presence in the Tower. The gateway was carved from stone that shouldn't exist in this environment, dark granite veined with silver that seemed to pulse with its own inner light. It was Sylvani construction, ancient even by their standards.
The arch rose thirty feet at its apex, covered in symbols that his Ancient Core recognized even if his conscious mind couldn't translate them. Vines had overgrown parts of the stonework, but the underlying structure remained intact, waiting and patient, eternal.
'The Inheritance.' The dungeon's name surfaced from regression memories. 'A trial ground created by the Sylvani in the age before the Tower had a human presence. Solo completion only. No party has ever entered and returned intact.'
