Adventure of nameless 1

The broken corridor opens into a vast cavern, and cold mist hits like a wall. Ahead, a hidden waterfall pours from a裂 in the rock into a black pool, its roar swallowing every small sound.

A massive iron gate blocks the narrow path to the water. Rust crusts its bars, and old chains hang slack from rings set deep in the stone.

The Young Prodigy lowers the Hidden Prince onto a dry ledge beside the wall. He keeps one hand near the prince, then looks to nameless with urgent expectation.

Nameless steps toward the bars as damp stone gleams under the falling spray. The gate shudders faintly under the pull of old metal and hidden counterweight.

From beyond the waterfall, a faint human voice echoes once through the mist, too distant to catch, and then is gone.

Nameless sets his palm to the gate and gives it one measured pull. Rust answers with a deep scrape, and the old frame gives way under his strength.

The iron bars swing inward at last, slow and loud, throwing wet air from the hidden passage beyond.

He gathers the Hidden Prince and shifts toward the gap, glancing once at the black water below.

From behind the waterfall, that distant voice does not return. Only the roar and the open path remain.

Then, somewhere in the misted cavern behind them, stone feet strike wet rock, and a second set answers it.