The wall was over two meters (7') high and twenty meters (66') long, entirely made of obsidian. The stone formed a black frame around what seemed to be a uniform coat of silvery paint at the center of the wall.
Once the Divine Beast got close enough, they realized the truth.
There was no paint, just thousands of closely spaced names. Names engraved with enchanted silver to resist the passing of time with the same strength as the stone they rested upon.
"Great Mother almighty." Protheus spoke out loud in surprise. "Did Verhen really kill so many people?"
'No. You did.' Faluel replied and all eyes moved from the wall to her. 'Look at the plaque.'
It read:
"These are the names of some of those who have disappeared under the rule of Thrud Griffon. Most will remain lost because we've never bothered asking their names. We've never looked at their faces. We didn't consider them humans so when Thrud took them away, we rejoiced.
