In the process of cracking and disintegrating, the throne shifted slightly revealing a hidden compartment.
"What is that?"
Even in what seems like the eventual collapse, something had been left behind.
Lilith crouched slightly, retrieving what lay within it.
It was a dark cold metal slab, etched with markings that pulsed faintly beneath her touch.
The light slowly connected revealing what was on it, a map, marking locations she vaguely recognised but not the exact position.
Atheline slightly leaned in and took a look.
"It seems the goddess didn't lie," he said," except for the moon crystals."
She frowned slightly. Before she could respond, a low rumble cut through the room.
Unlike before, this time it didn't stop. The cracks widened. The split across the floor deepened, sections beginning to give way as the structure above started to fall.
