Moisture never really came as a surprise in the Overgrown Caverns. Even without much sunlight, plant life still ran rampant, and the air was thick with condensation. Thin trails of water raced down the lengths of stalactites, gathering in pools or forming small streams. They were invaluable sources of drinking water.

This structure, however, didn’t strike Corvus as naturally-formed. The angles of the chamber’s walls were too perfect, and there was no way that nature had chiseled the immaculate (though time-weathered) carvings of powerful Coursers chasing each other throughout. She’d seen plenty of ancient ruins among the Dungeons, but none quite like this.

Water pooled around her fetlocks, cool and refreshing, and she bent her neck to drink from it. It tasted clean and fresh over her tongue, not like drinking from a sediment-rich river or a room temperature waterskin.

With her thirst slaked, Corvus stepped deeper into the chamber and allowed herself to absorb the breath-taking architecture. From what she knew, the intelligent beings whose ruins formed much of the Dungeons rarely did anything without reason, so this place surely didn’t exist for decoration alone. More often, they’d taken to decorating their useful creations simply because they could, because looking at it made them happy, which was a concept that Corvus could relate to. Nonetheless, she couldn’t grasp what purpose this place might’ve served centuries ago, but its beauty meant it was likely important. Where had the water come from, anyway? Was there perhaps a natural spring nearby?

Ultimately, Corvus decided she didn’t care enough to investigate any further. A quick once-over told her that there was nothing of significant value to be found in this room, so it was onto the next. She was a diver, after all; she didn’t have time to ponder philosophy or the mysteries of the past if it wasn’t going to reward her with treasure.