Trahaearn is beginning to think the lead was a dead end. The ruins are lovely, and old, and certainly worth studying on their own merits, but despite the claims of the book he'd gotten the name from, seem unlikely to lead him to his quarry. He should have known better, really - Lleu would not have hidden from the world in a ruin half-sunken in the ocean, no matter that it was once a temple to him. It's simultaneously too obvious and unworthy of him. His investigation of this place has only made him more certain that when he finds them, the gods will be hidden somewhere in the natural world, not in man-made structures, no matter how old and once-grand.
Still, if he had more time, he might like to spend a few weeks in this place. This particular sect of Lleu's priesthood were once known for their transportation magics, and while the source of their power may have been divine, much of Trahaearn's alchemical studies owe their success to his willingness to study and utilize elements of their rituals in his work. If only other practitioners would stop being ruled so much by their scepticism, they might have as much success as he does.
Not that he's going to tell them about the source of his success. He may be young, but he's far from stupid.
Holding up his handful of trapped light, he peers up at the markings etched into a freestanding archway, attempting to translate the worn words.
"-long arm," he murmurs, moving the light closer and trailing it down as he reads, "Or great distance? Hm..."
He moves it closer still, close enough that his hand brushes the stone, and then- he feels a sharp jolt, like a shock between him and the archway. He jerks back, but it's too late- whatever had passed between them, the archway reacts immediately, the etched script lighting where he'd touched, and then swiftly traveling to the rest of it, until it's shining so bright he has to release the light between his fingers to throw his hands over his eyes with a cry.
As he staggers from the pain in his eyes, he hears a loud crack, as though in a vast sheet of ice, and then his ears are also overwhelmed with the sound of shattering, disorienting him enough that he falls forward-