The gentle coolly wind that had made its way inside and had brushed Alastor’s long black hair back, and he inhaled deeply. The room is spacious but there was no ventilation aside from the small hole coming from the top of the pyramid and on some sides of the wall, so, it’s no wonder why Alastor is having a hard time adjusting to the location.
Timber leads the way, inserting through the massive corridors until they got inside from a small chamber.
In the center, A giant rock with a hole in the center in a circular shape laid on the ground.
“So much space, yet the center only has so much little to breathe,” Alastor said.
“What’s that?” Alastor queried over the odd-looking shape of a rock. “You guys trying to build a monument?”