They emerged into a circular underground chamber after following Achilles through the castle's elegant corridors.
The first thing that drew a collective sigh of admiration was the lights pulsing a faint blue along the elven and magical symbols engraved onto the walls and columns.
Adam gasped at the mystical engravings carved on the mirror-like floor. They almost seemed alive with their orderly rotation, and their musical hums captivated him.
Finally, Achilles drew his attention to an altar, the nexus of the castle's enchantments.
"Place the power core in the socket and enjoy the spectacle."
Achilles handed him the gray core, a smile tugging at his lips.
Shoving his awe aside, he gripped the item and moved to the altar. All the magic symbols seemed to extend from its silver surface... His eyes narrowed. No, they came from the empty socket and its dim light.