Slow footsteps echoed off the damp stone walls. The wind that traveled through the intricate passageways rumbled like the cries of beasts in the distance, intensifying the eerie atmosphere that enveloped the underground prison.
The dim light from the floating gems cast a pair of dark silhouettes on the dreary stairs that descended infinitely until they stopped in front of a stone wall.
Essam, the dark-skinned jailer stationed next to Lewa at the prison entrance, put his hand on the wall.
Unlike the magical crests of the Hathi, which had geometric shapes, what appeared on the wall were hundreds of hieroglyphs in the shapes of animals, people, and body parts such as eyes or hands, among other symbols that represented the elements of nature.
The hieroglyphs that were stacked vertically seemed to tell a sinister and tragic story, just like the statues placed at the entrance.