Lapis Valley was way behind them, but it followed him in his nightmares.
The stink of dead bodies and blood brought back agonizing memories with a sting to Falcon's temple. Not that they had vanished completely, but now they returned with full force, crippling him so that he fell to the ground with his knees scraping on the rough rocks.
The cave smelt musty and bloody, the remains of the several corpses Ignis had feasted upon still lying about like a display in an art gallery at weird angles. The water had washed into the cave at some point, taking away with it all the signs of raising the demon, but the circular charred ring of stone on the ground in the middle of the cave told the whole story as clearly as the black lines.
