Effruin leaves the narrow uphill lane behind and follows the archive’s directions into rougher country. The sanctum’s bells fade beneath wind, stone, and the distant cries of scavenging birds.
By dusk, the road dwindles into a miner’s track beneath dark ridges. Rusted tools, collapsed sheds, and abandoned carts mark the upper works of the Voiceless Cave.
Effruin
The mine was abandoned in due haste.
A half-collapsed entrance gapes beneath a shelf of stone. Effruin squeezes through, robes brushing splintered supports, and descends toward the ancient fortress below.
The air turns cold and metallic. Faint mineral gleams recede behind him as worked mine tunnels give way to enormous masonry, sealed doors, and guardians’ worn symbols.
His memorized rite names a guarded burial chamber as the source of its first offering. Ahead, dust lies thick across the passage, except where something has scratched a fresh, winding path toward darkness.
Reach the guarded burial chamber