The shrine was shaped like a dome, with an intricate pattern that protruded from its apex. Engulfed by gold with a lining of a vibrant, emerald hue, the shrine seemed to have been built after meticulous planning.
It was a fine piece of architecture if one viewed it through a critical lens.
With a familiar, emerald hourglass as decor for the shrine's entrance, Arthur felt a sense of wariness as he calmly stepped into the unconventionally created building. He took off his shoes, admiring the rather dim interior that cloaked the shrine in a shroud of mystery.
Arthur's eyes darted from place to place before settling on a certain pathway. "Why is the shrine so… uh, resembling a horror set."
"I don't know what you mean by that," replied Ouranos, rolling his eyes. "But the interior is dark because according to master, the person whom the shrine is dedicated towards was a fanatic of dark magic."
