[ The shadows lengthen as Emizel walks on, revealing the remains of long-dead creatures. Not all are human; some might even be daemon.
A rough, candlelit shrine sits in a chiseled alcove, proving to be the source of the light. Dried flowers are strewn around a window that depicts a simple scene of water breaking on a shore.
If he leans close enough, he can hear the sound of water. From the tunnel that continues past the altar, there's the sound of wind, or perhaps the gusty breath of some large, slow creature; it's hard to tell. ]
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A rough, candlelit shrine sits in a chiseled alcove, proving to be the source of the light. Dried flowers are strewn around a window that depicts a simple scene of water breaking on a shore.
If he leans close enough, he can hear the sound of water. From the tunnel that continues past the altar, there's the sound of wind, or perhaps the gusty breath of some large, slow creature; it's hard to tell. ]