A figure moved down the natural steps that had taken many years to form so perfectly, but at the same time, so imperfectly. Each step could break at any moment and there were many gaps that travelers had fallen through many years ago. No one tried to go down these steps anymore, it was a deathtrap. A deathtrap to anyone who couldn't fly, that is. Without anything covering his top, a winged man stepped down the steps casually, hands in the pockets of his black jeans, and not wearing any shoes, despite all the rocks sharp enough to cut leather.
Raze grinned as he saw the treasure trove, an old ruin. This wasn't a ruin from the things like back in the old modern times, but before they even had technology and understood lightning. He was talking about the old, old, old civilizations like the Azragothians. And this was an Azragoth ruin, buried, yet now revealed by the earth. He stepped inside, and looked at all the ancient ruins. Most were destroyed, but there were some that were readable. There were traps, probably still active, and it was telling him where they were, and what to do. Well, that was comforting.
Thank god he could read it. But... was there anyone else in here?
