The descending tunnel took me down, but not without some tension. Who or what was this monster? How, without being able to kill him, did they transform him into a mummy? How and why? Wasn't the remedy worse than the disease when creating an eternal and powerful being?
The behavior of these proto-humans had no explanation for me; either they were holes in the script or we were still missing much of the plot that we could not discern.
The lower level was simple: a large room filled with writings of all kinds of writing, including nervous writing, and a door at the back, nothing more. The graffiti on the walls looked like the work of a madman, all with the same handwriting but in very different moods, or even with a time difference between them...
However, I did not feel any living or dead presence around me—absolutely nothing. I opened the next door to confirm what I had already seen with my extended senses of mana...
