Investigate

Seth began to hyperventilate has he looked at the walks. For a moment it he understood what was so fucking scary about claustrophobia. It was was almost like they were closing in on him. There looked to be no way out.

For that moment he wanted to scream in terror. He was going to die down here!

Shaking his head, he fought back his terror. His breathing was still fast, he still wanted to cry out, but freaking out would do nothing to help him. He wasn't dead until he was dead, and he wasn't dead yet. Where there was life there was hope, and he just needed to look hard enough.

Thankfully there was something weird to look at. There was a massive magical circle that was friggen' glowing in the middle of the room. The lines of it were clear in the darkness, due to the fact that they seemed to be, well, glowing.

Walking over it it, he carefully touched one of the lines and pulled back his hand in shock. It was hot. Not burn you hot, but there was a strange warmth to it. This time ready for it, he touched it again, and smiled. It was heat, but a good heat, unlike any he'd ever felt before. It was like his fingers were picking up a sensation that they were not designed for. It was like tasting music or hearing the light of the rising sun. Strange, but not uncomfortable.

Looking more closely he found a definitive seam in the rock. Whatever his circle was, it was a stone cap on something else, and the carving was intricate beyond belief. While the girls had drawn circles in the dirt they were simple affairs, normally just a pentagram, sometimes with some symbols. This was inordinately complex, to the point that the lines, when seen closely almost seemed fractal in nature, reacting ever smaller magical symbols and lines. It was like looking at a vast magical computer circuit, compared to the mystical light switch that the goth girls used to sketch out.

It was terrifying in its complexity but intriguing, almost to the point he forgot about his fear.

Slowly he followed the lines, looking over them, and not understanding a damned thing. Hell, he'd almost bet if you got Gandalf, Merlin, and Dumbledore in the room they'd probably have trouble deciphering the entire thing. It was just that damned complex. This thing, whatever it was, was someone's magnum opus, and he was standing on it.

Eventually he reached the center and found a small simple depression, that seemed to be in the size and shape of a thumb.