Walking along the broad "Pilgrim's Path," Duncan reached the grand entrance of the temple—a colossal opening that seemed large enough for giants, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with towering doors made of some unidentifiable material that had long since fallen into disrepair. One door lay collapsed on the ground, while the other leaned crookedly against the palace wall.
A faint sound of ocean waves emanated from the entrance, mingled with a chaotic, low noise, as if some giant beast was emitting labored breaths and murmurs in the darkness. A slightly fishy, salty sea breeze swirled at the end of the Pilgrim's Path, carrying a chill with it.
"It's an incredible creation…" Morris reached the outer wall of the palace, the socket of one eye deforming and retreating as a set of lenses extended along a copper track from within, closely examining the rough, dilapidated dark green boulders, "So tightly fitted… it's almost as though they were 'grown' this way…"
