The burial opened into a large chamber lit by torches and glowing blood bowels.
The middle platform rested in the middle, holding a massive obsidian altar. That is only accessed by four staircases, one on each side. And blow those stairs, what seemed like a limitless void spanned into the nothingness.
Looking around, tens of cells dotted around the outer perimeter, containing both the dead and the living.
Inside the burial chamber, the cultists gathered around the sacrificial altar with the woman chain on it. Most of them chanted, their voices shaking the place.
CLICK! CLACK! CLICK! CLACK! Eris walked out of the main door, slowly descending the stairs.
The cultists stopped chanting and stared back, seeing her glowing with blood magic.
"Who are you?" One cultist stood before Eris, lifting his hand to block her.
CRACK! Without moving much, She extended her hand, grabbing him by the neck, her claws digging into his flesh.
