The entire walls were surrounded by the eerie heads of the animals, and the pathway was slippery. It was entirely made of stones, and there were even blood marks on the walls. The walls had inscriptions in a writing he was unfamiliar with, although he did recognize them as the ancient language of magic.
Further across, he had finally descended the stairs, and it was as if he had entered the secret dungeon. The entire place smelled very foul, and yet it was pin-drop silent to the point where his soft steps were making the loudest noise.
A few dew drops from the walls were continuing to leak, and he decided to walk towards the left, where the path was divided. On the way, he saw a few bones, but he was not sure if they were even humans or if they were just decaying animals.
