Along their journey through the darkened tunnels a large cavern made itself known to the group, hiding a secret that had waited a long time to greet a new face.

A giant mural stretched from one side to the other of the ancient stone walls, far larger than any piece of art the Muan had seen.

They seemed much older than those Namir had found whilst exploring the shallow caves back home as a boy. The formations had seen one too many years of water damage and aging, but one thing was certain about them: a story had been told once. Namir did not know this one but when he gazed up to the hand carved pictures, he felt a deep and solemn emotion he could not explain.

As if there was an ancient magic within every stroke.