Myra runs her hand along the stairway, causing it to resonate with a pleasant humming noise.<br/><br/>"Interesting. The stairs end in different places. We should choose the right one to head towards the labyrinth. I feel the left path does not lead much further."<br/><br/>The footsteps of the trio ring through the air as they descend, and finally, they reach the bottom of the stairs.<br/><br/>Beyond, there is a myriad of crystal plates, arranged to create a beautiful maze of refracted light. Not only do they extend to the ceiling in pillars and walls, but there are many laid flat to provide steps and platforms. If it weren't for the presence of a minotaur, Ancalagon would probably have great difficulty navigating it, the walls can be so difficult to see. Vaguely, through the transparent (yet rainbow-bathed) maze, another hold in the ground can be seen, an enormous one, and inside it... a palace that looks to be made of emeralds.<br/><br/>"You see the green tower there? That is our entrance to the labyrinth proper. This here is just... a minor gateway. All of these mazes, everything here... I wonder what it could all be in aid of."<br/><br/>"So if your average plate is one feet by twenty feet, flawless, with an inch of thickness... if you give me time I could work out the value. Just one question: what number is it after a quadrilliard?"<br/><br/>Raura is indeed trying not to drool at the mere thought of such wealth. Occasionally, the light shines almost blindingly, or creates strange yet pleasing patterns. The ripples of distorted light almost make it look like they are still underwater.<br/><br/>"Shall we continue?"