[...Two Hours Later…]
Death.
It filled the chamber as the bodies of those who treaded into the domain of the deity laid lifeless on the cold, unforgiving floor. Residuals of magecraft filled the bone-forged territory with smoke, hanging over the fallen.
An unnerving silence filled the chamber that was once bursting with the hopes of those who fought. Some were left slain with bodies twisted beyond recognition, with their limbs twisted as if they were dolls played with by the hands of a child.
"...Hff…Hff…Dammit…"
Down to a knee, Beowulf remained breathing, though not in spectacular shape himself as the right side of his face looked as though a bear's claw had mauled it, with his eye entirely missing.
"This is true permanence. Allow death to embrace you into the boundless forevermore of nothingness."
