There were doors and balconies. There were buildings. Bridges spanned between various levels, a network of paths connecting it all. They spanned farther than he could see. Up, down. Left and right. They seemed to be standing in the very heart of whatever this was. Everything was stone, and there were several places where the rock was crumbling or gone all together. Ancient and lovely and— “Ruins,” Scarlett whispered. “These are the ruins of a city.”
