Ren and Altair walked closely behind the nervous snake guards as they navigated the sweeping, dark corridors of the obsidian castle.
Ren couldn't help but smile as she glanced over her shoulder. Altair's head was currently on a swivel. He looked left, then right, then left again, then straight up at the vaulted ceiling, and back down to the floor. The golden eagle currently looked exactly like a bewildered tourist trying to process everything all at once.
Ren turned her attention back to her surroundings, genuinely marveling at Syris' palace as she walked. She had always thought it gave off incredibly imposing, spooky Dracula's castle vibes from the outside, but the interior was a breathtaking display of primitive grandeur.
The sprawling corridors were carved from massive, seamless blocks of glossy black obsidian. Towering archways were constructed from the giant, bleached rib cages of ancient swamp leviathans.
