THUD!
I hit the bottom of the pit at last.
Or at least, what felt like the bottom. Instead of answers, though, I got even more questions. The platforms I'd been jumping down from had vanished ages ago. Down here, the rock was untouched—natural, not carved or reinforced.
No supports and machinery. Nothing that could've dug this deep.
Unless the mining company had used mages to drill further than where the platforms ended.
That should have been impossible.
For now, though, nothing seemed immediately wrong.
Nothing except the blaring system notification that wouldn't leave my vision.
[Nyx's Presence Warns You]
I forced myself to ignore it for a moment and studied the walls around me. The shaft was perfectly circular, the stone cut clean—too clean. If this really was a mage's work, then their control over magic made mine look like a child's scribble.
It was almost… atomically precise, if I had to put it into words.
The surface gleamed like polished marble.
