The Golden Ziggurat

I stepped through the carved stone archway behind Alistair, leaving the landing platform behind as we entered the interior of the Royal Citadel.

A grand staircase stretched before us, winding upward into the depths of the structure. Unlike the sleek obsidian and gold exterior of the ziggurat, these stairs were built from massive, weathered stone slabs that looked impossibly ancient. Each individual step was far wider and taller than a standard staircase, as though it had been crafted for giant beings rather than ordinary humans.

I kept pace with Grandfather, taking two steps at a time to keep up with his casual, measured stride.