Countless Empty Knight Paths disorderly stood before the alter.
There swords remained sheathed, as if they feared offending someone unintentionally with their usually drawn out swords.
They didn't have any specific order in which they stood. But they remained docile and quietly looked at the Empty Knight Path, not holding a sword but a staff and wearing a long but tattered black robe.
He chanted something while opening his horrid mouth for others to puke their guts out on.
The Priest like Empty Knight Path, bowed admits its chanting towards the black pillar, with golden lines decorating its four perfectly carved sides. The golden light radiating from the lines shone dimly, not enough to blind but more then capable of creating awe.
From no way did this pillar looked to be made by the monsters and if one looked very closely, they would see that some kind of golden liquid flowed inside these four lines and created this dim golden light.
