The staircase went down for longer than the castle's external dimensions suggested it should.
Rean counted steps for the first three minutes and stopped at four hundred because the count had become more unsettling than informative. The stone changed character as they descended — the upper castle's constructed architecture giving way to something older beneath it, the worked stone transitioning to natural rock that had been carved rather than built, and the carving getting progressively cruder as they went deeper as though whoever had made it had been working faster and with less concern for the result the further down they got.
He didn't say anything to Xander.
He kinda didn't have anything to say.
The mana pressure increased with each floor of depth.
