Raziel descended the stone stairs to the East Basement.
Zorya walked two steps behind him holding her canvas satchel tight against her chest.
Up above on the ground floor, Lara stood guard near the cloister entrance.
Lucian patrolled the adjacent hallways spinning a practice dagger in his hand, ready to intercept anyone getting too close.
They reached the heavy iron door of the Inscription workshop.
Raziel pushed the metal open and stepped inside.
He understood the true nature of this room now.
This was the first of the six sealed chambers depicted on the bronze map.
This was the training ground for Architectural Inscription.
The academy had pushed him to learn this exact discipline since the day he first channeled his Umbral energy into the stone slate.
The silver runes of the Ancient Pantheon glowed across the brick walls the moment he crossed the threshold.
The light illuminated the dust motes floating in the stale air.
