Deeper

Descending the staircase, I felt no dread, but that was because there was nothing I could see. I was confined and blocked by magnificent walls but there was no darkness, not for me anyway. Using the observer, I could see faint signals down the long hall, but it seemed like it would be just as the space I had come from. Leaving the hall I exited into a metro way, or so it looked. It was missing the rails, but there were trams though, as for their means of propulsion, I could make a guess. Looking around I could see small buildings, checkpoints and benches. They were all covered in a language I was familiar with but couldn't understand. It was the same thing I had seen in the sword the executioner carried.