Fay, Oswin, Jackson, and Jenkii pressed on through the corridor, and after another dozen minutes of controlled running, they began to hear the sound of flowing water.
The passage opened into a vast ruin. To the left, sheer stone walls rose in dark silence, their ledges broken by narrow stairways, shattered knight statues, and strips of moss clinging to forgotten alcoves.
Near the center stood ruined arches and pillared galleries hanging over a deep chasm, where a pale waterfall poured down into a green pool below. Cracked paths wound around the water, crossing broken platforms and precarious steps.
To the right, more stairways climbed the cliff in jagged turns beneath hollow doorways and collapsing terraces. Everything about the place felt ancient, hidden, and ceremonial, as though they had stepped into some buried sanctum left behind by a people who had vanished long ago.
