The interior of the Tower of Oblivion's first floor was largely the same architectural style as the exterior, though exceptionally vast.
Beyond a massive Stone Gate over ten meters tall lay an empty Rock Hall large enough to hold a football field. Dark gray gneiss formed the main structure of the hall, while the murals covering its walls had likewise blurred beyond recognition over the long passage of time.
Amid numerous stone pillars carved with Thundercloud Reliefs stood an extraordinarily oversized stone throne, clearly intended for some race of immense stature.
"Be careful. This is, after all, the core of these city Ruins, a place where a Legendary once resided. Even if most of its magical defenses have failed, don't let your guard down."
At the entrance to the hall, Lanno turned back and solemnly cautioned everyone, especially his three remaining attendants.
The young Your Highness felt incredibly unlucky. The five people he had brought in were all talents he had long had his eye on, yet before the first day was even over, two had died for no apparent reason.
He knew the Glory Secret Realm was unsafe, but this was far too fast. If too many died, it would be difficult for him to explain himself after they got out.
At Lanno's reminder, his three attendants all activated the strongest defensive modes of their Constructs.
Xia Ye Ying Huo and the Last Dragonborn instinctively glanced at Anvis. Once they saw him give a slight nod, they likewise pushed their Alchemical Armor to maximum output.
This mode consumed Magic Crystals at an extreme rate and was generally never activated except at critical moments.
Of course, in Anvis's view, this was more for peace of mind than anything else.
If they truly encountered danger in this tower, nothing they wore