"Show yourself!"
The trio's vigilance was once again raised, but the olden voice assured them of its intentions.
"Fear not, children. I am but a remnant soul left in this temple, waiting patiently for someone to receive this legacy."
Even with this, the three didn't let down their guard. Still, they gave the voice a chance to continue. The effect the depictions along the walls left on them was big enough for them to do so.
The illusory form of an old man appeared out of thin air, its existence shaky and broken. When Damien looked at this old man's facial features, he immediately turned back to the painting. "You are…!"
The old man smiled. "Yes, that is me at the end of that painting, or at least that was the real me. My name is Kurt Galloway, and I was once a leader of the human race."
