The interior was shrouded in darkness.
Only a thin line of crimson spilled through the narrow fissure high in one corner, casting an eerie glow across the chamber.
It appeared to be a spacious hall.
Broken stone littered the floor, mingled with the decaying remains of wooden tables, shattered chairs, and other long-forgotten furniture.
Time had reduced it to little more than debris, yet it was obvious that people had once lived here.
Silence reigned within.
It was suffocating and deafening.
And in that silence, a lone figure slept on the shattered ground.
A beautiful young woman with auburn hair lay sprawled among the broken stones.
Parts of her leather breeches had been torn apart by jagged rocks. Her hands were covered in long, bloody scratches, likely from a hard fall. Her hair was disheveled, and a small bruise stained the corner of her forehead.
Despite her injuries, she slept peacefully.
