“I quickly dismissed any thought of exploring the underwater tunnels. The trauma of the shipwreck still haunts me, and I lack the strength or means for such a perilous endeavor. Instead, I lit my torch, slung my pack over my shoulder, and rose to survey the area. The cavern ceiling loomed low, its walls jagged and compact. A few meters from where I stood, I noticed a narrow fissure in the wall, just wide enough for me to pass through. 

The passage was tight, its rough walls scraping against my skin, but after several grueling meters, I emerged into a remarkable sight. 

Before me lay a kind of balcony, flanked by two staircases and connected to a narrow bridge that spanned a bottomless chasm. The left staircase ascended but was entirely crushed under a rockfall. The right staircase descended into the abyss but crumbled after only a few steps. The bridge was my only option. 

The sight of it sent shivers down my spine. With no railings and its end obscured by shadows, the bridge was a perilous path. Who could have built such structures? And at what depth am I now? 

Steeling my resolve, I tightened the straps of my pack, held my torch aloft to illuminate my path, and took my first hesitant steps onto the bridge. 

What felt like an eternity passed as I carefully made my way across. Just as panic began to set in, I glimpsed a structure ahead—a staircase leading to what appeared to be a door. Relief surged through me, quickening my steps. 

When I reached the end, I found myself standing before a massive archway made of that same peculiar metal as the Seahaven stele. Adorned with glyphs carved across its expanse, the structure was both magnificent and oppressive. I decided to rest before proceeding, for I needed my wits about me. What is this place? Is it occupied? I must prepare for a potential confrontation—or, at the very least, a negotiation.”