Inside the underground cavernous chamber, a menacing werewolf knelt down before the towering stone doors.
The spectral figures of the werewolves carved on the doors whispered dark and ominous ravings into the ears of the creature.
Suddenly, the raving stopped and the underground chamber turned silent.
Only the sound of drops of blood dripping into the basin came from behind the creature, but he paid no heed to it.
The werewolf abruptly raised his head and glanced at the stone doors before him with an incredulous light flashing past his crimson eyes.
This was the first time that the ravings had stopped assaulting his mind! This was the first time that he could think with a clear head!
He slowly got to his feet, wondering if all this was real. He wondered what could have happened for the carvings on the door to suddenly turn quiet.
It was at that moment that he finally understood why.
