"I thought that they did a scan of the Loch years ago. You know, trying to search for... well, that."
Alfie gestured towards the ceiling of floating water that separated them from the Loch above, referring to the legendary swimming within those waters.
Ignoring the glares from Erik, Seth simply shrugged, which caused his prosthetic arm to swing limply.
"They did. They didn't find anything. Not him, and definitely not this cave."
He brushed his finger against the bowl of one of the braziers, checking for any sign of wear and tear, but there was nothing. There wasn't even a single speck of dust marring these intricate braziers.
The only 'imperfections' in them were the carvings that created the light, and it was hard to call such craftsmanship imperfections. Analysing the carvings, Seth was simply blown away. Although they were the same letters that he and other runic carvers used, trying to compare his own work to this mere light source felt almost blasphemous.
