Ara muttered while staying close to him, "...It's so dark."
"I know…hold on," he said, stopping.
He held his sword up, running his finger along the surface of its silver, clean steel, "Cast: Burning Edge."
From his invocation, a flame spread itself across the steel, giving light to the shadowy corridor at last.
It wasn't something he wanted to do, as it ate away at his spirit and would likely give away his position, but it was far too dark to even move in, and it was simply eerie enough to make his skin crawl. With the light from the flame, used like an unorthodox torch, they could finally see the hall they walked through.
"You're kidding…" He muttered in disbelief at what his eyes met with.
The walls were completely painted in blood–some of which didn't seem quite as dry as the other inscribings as it dripped down the surface.
There were dozens of blood-drawn crosses, scattered over the walls in great numbers.
"This isn't right…!" Ara shook her head.
"Ara–?!"
