The wide silver plain ran on for the better part of the third day's end and into the fourth, and the soft mark on the map drew closer with every hour, until at last, near the middle of the fourth day, they came to the place where the bright path simply stopped.
There was no roost. There was no nest of gentle floating Wisps drifting in safe air. There was a hole.
It opened in the silver grass without warning, a wide dark mouth in the earth where the ground had collapsed inward long ago, and stairs of black stone led down into it, worn and even and clearly made rather than fallen. Cold air breathed up out of the dark, carrying a faint sound with it, a low layered murmur that might have been wind through stone and might have been something else.
They gathered at the lip of it and looked down, and the notification came.
[ Dungeon: Subterranean Rhapsody of the Dead ]
[ Objectives: Destroy the Four Cardinal Spectres and the Devil Ghost Belkuz ]
