The others crowd behind him. At the end of the tunnel stands a massive door—broken clean down the middle, its edges melted like wax. Intricate sigils trace its frame, their glow long extinguished.
Bragg's voice comes out breathless, trembling with excitement. "Guys… do you see what this is?"
Verrin steps closer, running a cautious hand near the melted surface. "If I'm not wrong, this matches the old records. Hidden sanctums—ruins left behind by beings of Tier 7 or beyond." His tone turns reverent, almost awed. "Places where they sealed their legacies… or their corpses."
Mave whistles under his breath. "Too bad it's broken. Means someone beat us to it."
Bragg waves him off, grin spreading wide. "Doesn't matter! Even a crumb of a Tier 7's junk could set us up for life. Weapons, artifacts, even residue crystals—we'd never have to fight another day!"
Kyra crosses her arms, gaze sharp. "You're assuming whoever came here before didn't take everything."
