Yenissa led Shennong down the newly carved corridor, her fingers gently pulling him along as he followed. The scent of warm minerals and fresh stone filled the air, mingling with the soft sound of dripping water.
Shennong pushed open the massive wooden doors, their deep creak echoing through the chamber. The bathhouse beyond was a sight of pure craftsmanship—his craftsmanship. Polished granite stones gleamed under the torchlight, and the grand marble bath at the center reflected the flickering flames like a still lake. The water shimmered with inviting warmth, its steam curling gently into the air.
He exhaled, satisfied. This was one of his finest creations, carved from the very marble he had excavated himself. A place of rest, built with his own hands.
