Even with this many tools, the struggle was real enough to make it hit home how impossible this task would be for a Lander.
"Got something?" Her eye went from the rune over to Ronja as they seemed to get an actual clue on what this was, a rised brow soon turned into plural, followed by her mouth opening a little once she begun to... Rap? Her brain needed a reboot just to process what was said.
There was no coherency on any of it, even as she recalls Runia was a language strictly from the Magia, and thus, brand new in comparison to all the rest of the races. It didn't make any of what the brunette just spill any better though.
"For a second I thought you started to glitch." Fiora sighed off, rubbing her temples as an amused smile begun to show up.
"Well, dead end or actual dead end, I doubt we just triggered a nuclear launch or we would be pasta by now, and not the tasty sort." She added, turning her head from side to side in an attempt to find any changes in the temple, yet the silence didn't hint at nothing, with only some rattling noise beneath the ground.
Yet the more Ronja begun to speak that long string of Runia, the more the ground begun to quake. The strange center of the temple begun to split in two on a small circle, opening and closing repeatedly after a few of it's attempts jammed and once Ronja continued to brute force it with her voice, the mechanism eventually failing and ending up stuck half open.
And the whole time she opted for keeping quiet until Ronja was done for, a grin plastered all over Fiora's face as she watched the poor trapdoor finally meet it's end by the magia's voice.
"Seems like you hit the jackpot. Good thing it wasn't the nuclear bomb one." Closing the distance with the newfound entrance, Fiora squatted down and nestled her hands on each corner of the trap door to pry it open, a crunching noise from within proving that it's mechanisms were either rusty or simply beyond serviceable. Peeking down didn't seem to show anything but stone and debris, some of them tiles and others polished to take the shape of a staircase.
"Well it probably was a bunch of spiraling stairs. But it's not like it will be a problem for us." Reassurance present on her voice, focusing instead on her UI as she pulled it up and, soon after, a rope begun to materialize infront of her all bundled up.
With a look of approval on her face, Fiora turned back to Ronja once she made a knot all over the large pillar and gave it a testing tug to make sure it was heavy enough to stay put.
"Honestly? That was amazing, love~. That's got to be a sixth sense for magia influence." Sincerely impressed despite the joking tone she delivered that with. The accuracy Ronja had, or her instincts just screaming 'magia', paid off quite handsomely.
"You really did all the brain work afterall, eh?~" She added, playfully winking back at her girlfriend.
Giving one last glance over to the caverns beneath, the dampness implied the water wouldn't end there despite being knee high at best, and the calmness on it revealed the artificial stone tiles beneath, man-made (or magia-made in this case), with a row of stalagmites growing from the water's surface all around these same tiles and the broken remnants of a spiraling staircase.
Adjusting her worn cloak, Fiora took a hold of the rope and dropped it down beneath the hole.
"Tanks first." And so she begun to climb down, the rope soon proving to not be enough and forcing her to drop a small height to reach the ground.
What they had in front of them seemed like an antique temple, befit of the ruins above the temple. The earth had given an opening for the sunlight to come through. It was hard to say just how this cave came to be, yet soemthing about it seemed to be artificial as much as the pathway that lead up to the temple, only cemented by passage of time to become what it is today. A blend of nature and humanity. Animal bones were scattered on the sides, and some even on the road itself.
A chill ran down her spine, her face turning severe as she watched the temple at the distance, but most importantly their surroundings. It was all a bit too quiet here too. On the other hand, among bones and stalagmites remained about four golems, all standing still and completely inactive, some covered with leaves and others even with moss. Far more intact compared to the one they met, and yet just as scattered, with about three of them placed all over the open area leading to the temple.
And across the walls, the waterfall and the rocks? More of these cyan blue stains Ronja picked up on, aswell as a pair of golems with crystals forming from it's metal shells and piercing through with ease.
"Huh, so we finally found our friends. Think we are about to disturb their nap time?"
