Aldrich realized that he must be on a mountain path, to his left and right he was surrounded by natural stone.
He walked forward, it was the only path forward really. He faithfully followed the old trail until he came upon a clearing, that's when he saw it.
Atop a barren hill rising from the center of a dark wood stands the silent remains of an ancient chapel, its black form silhouetted against the blood-red sky.
Five broken towers surrounded the main structure, weatherworn walls and a crumbling slate roof reveal centuries of decay, and yet the structure stands intact.
Gargoyle-like statues leer out from buttresses along the chapel's outer walls and flank a gate of rusted iron.
Dozens of mausoleums and grave markers dot the rocky slopes beneath the structure, twisted and shunted as though the earth itself had tried to expel them.
