Eyes Without Sight, Power Without Mercy

Meanwhile, deep below, Mikhailis walked cautiously through a long-forgotten hall, the soles of his boots pressing lightly against a floor coated in a thin layer of dust. His every step stirred the stale air, releasing faint motes that danced in the eerie glow emanating from the walls. Despite the gloom, there was a faint glimmer of curiosity in his eyes—he couldn't help himself. Wherever ancient magic or lost knowledge lurked, he was the sort of person who wanted to see it up close, maybe poke at it a bit, and only then decide if it was dangerous.