Ignis would have resented the implication that he might have done something wrong had he not been confident that he hadn't. As it was, he was sure enough to brush the suggestion off. "That seems a little subtle for people that made their HQ a sunken historic Palace in the middle of the desert," he pointed out.

"There should be another door further on," he added, starting through the doorway. The air felt dry and cool. They were, without question, well underground. The nearest opening to the surface was likely the one they'd flown through. The rock looked natural, but there were marks here and there that suggested someone had widened the route in places. There wasn't likely much weathering taking place down here to erode those marks, so it was impossible to accurately guess at their age.