Far in the distance, Mat and Moulug were navigating a maze. The eerie looking remnants of a long forgotten civilization narrates a story of an advanced culture. The designs, architecture and most of their artistry were quite a delight to look at.
Moulug on a knee deciphering the writing on the wall to gain access to the room next to them. Behind them was a trail of broken bodies, green blood trailing down the quiet maze. Mat supported his weight against the well next to the door. " How long will this take, I'm tired of this we should just bust down this damn door and get in there already"
