The ruins around him were coveres in vines, clearly destroyed from something more than just being around for centuries.

Dexter frowned, holding the lantern higher up, spotting a pond ahead, just the one he had been searching for.

It was just as the book had said. Dark, stretching beyond what he could see, the moon above being blocked by trees hovering over it.

He reached into his satchel, pulling out the yellowed paper he had taken along with him.

"And so it is said, deep beneath the Earth's bed. A being beyond our imagination, created from the world's information. Locked now, far below. I call upon you, with this note." He repeated, word for word, looking back to the pond.