Eventually, he reached the horizontal shafts of a mine he swore must have been in the Old World, the place nobody was supposed to go. The tunnels snaked around him, meandering along the now-extracted ore veins. He wandered through it for only a few minutes and found himself lost. Even tracing his path back to where he started, he couldn't find the ladder. So, half out of desperation, he kept going deeper into the tunnels.

Everywhere around him, he found lightstones. Nobody who had mined on Stelt before had ever left lightstones in their tunnels, or even kept them open after they had finished. Even the dead ends had lightstones. He could see every crack in the walls, every hole where a Rahi could jump out, every tool mark dug into the stone. Almost every part of the mine was bathed in light, except for one narrow shaft. That one had no lightstones in it, and he didn't know how far it went.

So he walked into it.

Into the darkness.

Until the lightstones didn't shine any light at all.