The Alpha's Hardest Game
A soft, warm sapphire light cascaded downward, illuminating a grand hall stretching hundreds of yards into the heart of the mountain.
The air inside was crisp, dry, and preserved in absolute stasis. There was no dust, no scent of rot, and no sign of decay. Carved into the towering walls of black marble were magnificent, sprawling relief murals that wrapped around the perimeter of the hall, depicting a forgotten era of the continent.