There's a break in the stale air, the fresh breeze like the whisper of a blade. Ahead, the tunnel opens, layers of rock spun with green moss, climbing up and up towards the sky. Bright sunlight whites out the world beyond, beams knifing down into the darkness, falling on a strange figure posed upon the rock. Two Veilhorn heads peer in differing directions, eyes glowing with golden light, drawing in the sun as steel flocks to a magnet. The sigil in the face of the wood pulses white, like a beating heart, becoming more luminous with each meter.