The Builders, skilled in the art of hydraulics, set up a series of channels, diverting water from the crystal pools. As the water spilled over the rune, the surface rippled, and a luminous glyph appeared, forming a bridge of light across a chasm.
The raven croaked once, and the rune clinked against Robin’s leather gauntlet. As the sound faded, a low hum rose from the forest floor, as if the earth itself were humming a warning. Back at the hidden camp of the Merry Men, the news spread quickly. Little John slammed his hammer against the wooden table, sending a splinter flying. “A rune, you say? That’s no ordinary token. It belongs to the ancient Builders of Sherwood—those folk who raised the stone circles and the secret tunnels that even the King’s men have never found.” Robin Hood Sherwood Builders Raven-RUNE
As the final note resonated, the stone floor beneath the chime began to shift, revealing a spiraling staircase that led upward, bathed in a pale, otherworldly light. The Builders, skilled in the art of hydraulics,