The door opened with barely a single creak, which was not what one would have expected from a literal door to the innards of a crypt.
Bastian let himself into a pale light that was as much bone white as a source of light could possibly be.
He braced himself with his sword at the ready and his eyes narrowed, as he did not want the sudden burst of light to blind him totally.
He saw a figure huddled up in a corner on the top of a pile of skulls.
How predictable. A really cool thing to find in a crypt would have been something totally unexpectable, like a pile of cute plushies instead.
Bastian made himself look the thing in the eye even though this cloud of dark, cold horror seemed to be so insanely thick around the being. The feeling got more and more intense as he tried to move his gaze from the simmering, almost solid darkness surrounding the head of the beast.
